57 ordspråk av Thomas Browne, Sr.
Thomas Browne, Sr.
Thus we are men and we know not how: there is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us.
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To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuffbox, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back
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Vice may be had at all prices
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We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases
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We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.
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We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
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We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
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What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
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Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
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Yet at my devotion I love to use the civility of my knee, my hat, and hand.
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Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner
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Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner
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