Thomas Fuller

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.

He is rich that is satisfied.

He is rich that is satisfied.

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.

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.

Grant that I may never rack a Scripture simile beyond the true intent thereof, lest, instead of sucking milk, I read more

Grant that I may never rack a Scripture simile beyond the true intent thereof, lest, instead of sucking milk, I squeeze blood out of it.