Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
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.
Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them.
Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them.
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.
If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.
A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.
A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
sometimes so long, that there is no read more
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
