A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
Idleness is an appendix to nobility.
For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.
We can say nothing but what hath been said. Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.
I light my candle from their torches.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.
All our geese are swans.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.
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