Thomas Fuller

The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.

The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.

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.

Abused patience turns to fury.

Abused patience turns to fury.

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise read more

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise or profit.

Thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into
Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into read more

Thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into
Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean.
And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine,
which now is dispersed all the world over.