Thomas Fuller (preacher) (1608 – 1661)
English preacher, historian, and scholar.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.
He will make a strange combustion in the state of his soul, who at the landing of every cockboat sets the beacons on fire.
Scoff not at the natural defects of any which are not in their power to amend. Oh 't is cruelty to beat a cripple with his own crutches.
Do not in an instant what an age cannot recompense.
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilised into time and tune.
She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.