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.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1.
They have consciences that will stretch.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.
What can't be cured must be endured.
[Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horse mill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring.
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.
All places are distant from heaven alike.
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