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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Thomas Fuller 1608-1661 John Bartlett

    Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
          Life of Monica.
    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. 1
          Life of the Duke of Alva.
    She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.
          Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife.
    He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.
          The Good Husband.
    One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience.
          The Good Advocate.
    A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion. 2
          The True Church Antiquary.
    But our captain counts the image of God—nevertheless his image—cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
          The Good Sea-Captain.
    To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.
          The Virtuous Lady.
    The lion is not so fierce as painted. 3
          Of Preferment.
    Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
          Of Natural Fools.
    The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
          Of Tombs.
    Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.
          Of Books.
    They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
          Of Marriage.
    Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
    Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high. 4
          Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1.
Note 1.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pigmy-body to decay,
And o’er-inform’d the tenement of clay.
John Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel, part i. line 156. [back]
Note 2.
See Bacon, Quotation 18. [back]
Note 3.
See Herbert, Quotation 19. [back]
Note 4.
See Bacon, Quotation 53. [back]