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.

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but read more

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the
invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in
equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in
that invisible fabric.

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.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Rich with the spoils of nature.