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• Idleness is an appendix to nobility. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6...
• For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• They do not live but linger. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10...
• I light my candle from their torches. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
  2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1...
• Can build castles in the air. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3...
• Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5...
• All our geese are swans. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14...
• Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2...