Thomas Fuller

Often the cock-loft is empty, in those whom nature hath built
many stories high.

Often the cock-loft is empty, in those whom nature hath built
many stories high.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.

Fools grow without watering.

Fools grow without watering.

One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.

One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.

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.