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Gardens were before gardeners, and but some hours after the earth.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
He who must needs have company, must needs have sometimes bad company.
To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.
I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.
I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
Be substantially great in thyself, and more than thou appearest unto others.
I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.
He who discommendeth others obliquely commendeth himself (Christian morals).
That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.
No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
Festination may prove Precipitation; Deliberating delay may be wise cunctation.
Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.
The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.
How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?
Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
We do but learn to-day what our better advanced judgements will unteach us tomorrow.
Be Charitable before wealth make thee covetous, and loose not the glory of the Mite.
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.
I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.
I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.
No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.
A man may be in as just possession of truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.
Since women do most delight in revenge, it may seem but feminine manhood to be vindictive.
God hath varied the inclinations of men according to the variety of actions to be performed.
The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.
A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.
Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.
Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.
There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.
Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.
Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.
By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.
Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.
Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.