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• Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed!
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect. xii...
• There is no road or ready way to virtue. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
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• The thousand doors that lead to death. -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect.
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• The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. li...
• Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part i, Sect. vi...
• Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.
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• All places are distant from heaven alike. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part ii, Sect.
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