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Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2.
Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.
Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.
Note 1.See Bacon, Quotation 49.
Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
Rich with the spoils of Nature.
Nature is the art of God.
The thousand doors that lead to death.
The heart of man is the place the Devil's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
There is no road or ready way to virtue.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
By sleeping what it is to die,
And as gently lay my head
On my grave as now my bed!
Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.
Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.
I look upon you as gem of the old rock.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests.
Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women.
When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose.
I look upon you as a gem of the old rock.
Where we desire to be informed 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves; but to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.
