Thomas Fuller


English Divine, Historian and Author

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Heat of passion makes our souls to chap, and the devil creeps in at the crannies.

He's my friend that speaks well of me behind my back.

If a man falls once, all will tread upon him.

If an ass goes travelling, he'll not come home a horse.

He that will lose his friend for a jest, deserves to die a beggar by the bargain.

He that will not sail till all dangers are over must never put to sea.

He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.

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 who cures a disease may be the skillfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician.

He will make a strange combustion in the state of his soul, who at the landing of every cockboat sets the beacons on fire.

He that plants trees loves others besides himself.

He that travels much knows much.

He that hopes no good fears no ill.

He that is busy is tempted by but one devil; he that is idle, by a legion.

He that is proud of the rustling of his silks, like a madman, laughs at the ratling of his fetters. For indeed, Clothes ought to be our remembrancers of our lost innocency.

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.

He that flings dirt at another dirtieth himself the most.

He that has a great nose, thinks everybody is speaking of it.

He that has one eye is a prince among those that have none.

He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind, that hopes for constant love of woman kind.

He teaches me to be good that does me good.

He that bringeth a present findeth the door open.

He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven.

He is not poor that hath not much, but he that craves much.

He is poor indeed that can promise nothing.

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English Divine, Historian and Author