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
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.
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.
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