Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them.
Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
Pride calls me to the window, gluttony to the table, wantonness to the bed, laziness to the chimney-corner; ambition commands read more
Pride calls me to the window, gluttony to the table, wantonness to the bed, laziness to the chimney-corner; ambition commands me to go upstairs, and covetousness to come down. Vices, I see, are as well contrary to themselves as to virtue. Free me, Lord, from this distracted case; fetch me from being sin's servant to be Thine, whose "service is perfect freedom," for Thou art but one, and ever the same.
It is to be feared lest our long quarrels about the manner of His presence cause the matter of His read more
It is to be feared lest our long quarrels about the manner of His presence cause the matter of His absence, for our want of charity to receive Him.
Memory [is] like a purse,--if it be over-full that it cannot
shut, all will drop out of it. Take read more
Memory [is] like a purse,--if it be over-full that it cannot
shut, all will drop out of it. Take heed of a gluttonous
curiosity to feed on many things, lest the greediness of the
appetite of thy memory spoil the digestion thereof.
