Sir Thomas Browne

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.

Not worthy to carry the buckler unto him.

Not worthy to carry the buckler unto him.

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.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.