Thomas Fuller

Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is read more

Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is one embroidered.

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.

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.

Still he fishes that catches one.

Still he fishes that catches one.

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint;
that boasts of it, read more

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint;
that boasts of it, is a devil.