Sir Thomas Browne

Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as read more

Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as gently lay my head
On my grave, as now my bed.

Est rosa flos Veneris cujus quo furta laterent.
[Roughly meaning, The discourses of the table among true loving
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Est rosa flos Veneris cujus quo furta laterent.
[Roughly meaning, The discourses of the table among true loving
friends are held in strict silence.]

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is
not long. The created world is read more

Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is
not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in
eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a
state of duration as was before it and may be after it.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.