I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.
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.
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.
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.
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