For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.
Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity.
If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
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