One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriæ, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
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