The anatomy of melancholy, by Democritus iunior

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Pàgina 60 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil ; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness ; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!
Pàgina 125 - Fear, sorrow, suspicion, subrusticus pudor, discontent, cares, and weariness of life surprise them in a moment, and they can think of nothing else, continually suspecting, no sooner are their eyes open, but this infernal plague of melancholy seizeth on them, and terrifies their souls, representing some dismal object to their minds...
Pàgina 64 - ... quisnam igitur liber? sapiens, sibi qui imperiosus, quem neque pauperies neque mors neque vincula terrent, responsare cupidinibus, contemnere honores fortis, et in se ipso totus teres atque rotundus externi ne quid valeat per leve morari, in quem manca mit semper fortuna.
Pàgina 220 - A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword...
Pàgina 68 - These are they that dance on heaths and greens, as Lavater thinks with Tritemius, and as Olaus Magnus adds, leave that green circle, which we commonly find in plain fields, which others hold to proceed from a meteor falling, or some accidental rankness of the ground, so Nature sports herself; they are sometimes seen by old women and children.
Pàgina 404 - Because hawking and hunting are very laborious, much riding and many dangers accompany them; but this is still and quiet: and if so be the angler catch no Fish, yet he hath a wholesome walk to the...
Pàgina xi - WHEN I go musing all alone, Thinking of divers things foreknown ; When I build castles in the air, Void of sorrow, and void of fear, Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet ; Methinks, the time runs very fleet ! All my joys to this, are folly ; Nought so sweet as Melancholy...
Pàgina 13 - some men were turned into wolves in his time, and from wolves to men again:" and to that fable of Pausanias, of a man that was ten years a wolf, and afterwards turned to his former shape: to Ovid's tale of Lycaon, &c.
Pàgina 425 - Quid sit pulchrum, quid turpe, quid utile, quid non, Plenius et melius Chrysippo et Crantore dicit.
Pàgina 68 - A bigger kind there is of them, called with us Hobgoblins, and Robin Goodfellows, that would in those superstitious times grind corn for a mess of milk, cut wood, or do any manner of drudgery work.

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