Sir Thomas Browne

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.]

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.

Every man is his own greatest enemy, and as it were his own
executioner.

Every man is his own greatest enemy, and as it were his own
executioner.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

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.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.