Thomas Fuller ( 7 of 107 )
Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is read more
Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is one embroidered.
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
sometimes so long, that there is no read more
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest
over the threshold thereof.
Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest
over the threshold thereof.
Welcome death, quoth the rat, when the trap fell.
Welcome death, quoth the rat, when the trap fell.
No time to break jests when the heartstrings are about to be
broken.
No time to break jests when the heartstrings are about to be
broken.
Blindness Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Blindness Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead; a grave is but a plain suit; a rich monument is an embroidered read more
Tombs are the clothes of the dead; a grave is but a plain suit; a rich monument is an embroidered one.
