Robert Burton (1577 – 1640)
English scholar at Oxford University, whose chief claim to fame is for writing The Anatomy of Melancholy.
Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.
Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.
Can build castles in the air.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.
Like Aesop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.
They do not live but linger.
It is most true, stylus virum arguit,—our style bewrays us.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.
All my joys to this are folly
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore, because he taught him no better.
Though it rain daggers with their points downward.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Who cannot give good counsel? 'Tis cheap, it costs them nothing.