I know my life's a pain, and but a span; I know my sense is mocked in ev'ry thing: And to conclude, I know myself a man, Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing.
Sir John Davies (1569 - 1626)
Source: Nosce Teipsum, 1599, st. 45
Contributed by: Zaady
I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.
Source: Nosce Teipsum, 1599, st. 44
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.
Source: spiderThe Immortality of the Soul
The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn.
Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout- Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.
Source: Contention Betwixt a Wife, etc.
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