Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
Robert Burton (1577 - 1640)
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight.
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