The Anatomy of melancholy v. 3, Zväzok 3

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W.J. Widdleton, 1875
 

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Strana 93 - Come unto me all ye that are heavy laden, and I will ease you (Matth.
Strana 101 - The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth ; and he that is wise will not abhor them.
Strana 193 - If I were not a king, I would be a University man : and if it were so that I must be a prisoner, if I might have my wish, I would desire to have no other prison than that library, and to be chained together with so many good authors, et mortuis magiatris.
Strana 194 - I no sooner (saith he) come into the library, but I bolt the door to me, excluding lust, ambition, avarice, and all such vices, whose nurse is Idleness, the mother of Ignorance, and Melancholy herself, and in the very lap of eternity, amongst so many divine souls, I take my seat with so lofty a spirit and sweet content, that I pity all our great ones, and rich men that know not this happiness.
Strana 184 - Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
Strana 328 - For what glory is it, if when ye be buffeted for your faults ye take it patiently ? but if, when ye do well and suffer for it, ye take it patiently, this is acceptable with God.
Strana 172 - ... pleasant shade by the sweet silver streams; he hath good air, and sweet smells of fine fresh meadow flowers, he hears the melodious harmony of birds, he sees the swans, herons, ducks...
Strana 190 - ... their names alone are the subject of whole volumes, we have thousands of authors of all sorts, many great libraries full well furnished, like so many dishes of meat, served out for several palates; and he is a very block that is affected with none of them.
Strana 88 - They went astray in the wilderness out of the way : and found no city to dwell in ; 5 Hungry and thirsty : their soul fainted in them.
Strana 251 - Like tall Orion stalking o'er the flood (When with his brawny breast he cuts the waves, His shoulders scarce the topmost billow laves).

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