Frases de Robert Burton (acadêmico)

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“Os ricos são antes possuídos pelo seu dinheiro do que possuidores dele.”

“O que é lei hoje, não o é amanhã.”

“Uma religião é tão verdadeira quanto a outra.”

“Nossas escritas são tão frustradas, nossos leitores parasitas, nossos livros parecem belos; aquilo que um admira o outro rejeita; assim somos aprovados como a ilusão dos homens são influenciadas.”

“Como cães numa roda, ou pássaros numa gaiola, os homens ambiciosos continuam a subir, com grande trabalho e incessante ansiedade, mas nunca chegam ao cume.”

“Velhos amigos tornam-se inimigos amargos subitamente por bobagens e pequenas ofensas.”

“As s crucificam a alma do homem, atenuam nossos corpos, enxuga-os, degenera-os murcha-os como velhas maçãs, torna-os similares a tantas anatomias.”

“Aquele que luta contra nós fortalece nossos nervos, e aprimora nossas habilidades. Nosso inimigo é nosso auxiliador.”

“Todos os poetas são loucos.”

“Um anão sobre os ombros de um gigante pode ver mais longe que o próprio gigante.”

“It is most true, stylus virum arguit,—our style bewrays us.”

“Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriæ, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.”

“And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.”

“He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.”

“Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.”

“Who cannot give good counsel? 'Tis cheap, it costs them nothing.”

“Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.”

“Going as if he trod upon eggs.”

“Birds of a feather will gather together.”

“Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.”

“As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.”

“[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.”

“We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars.”

“Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain…. And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.”

“Though it rain daggers with their points downward.”

“One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.”

“Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses.”

“To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.”

“Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,—the one to be held by, the other not.”

“Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.”

“They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.”

“England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.”

“Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.”

“Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play.”

“Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.”

“All our geese are swans.”

“Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity.”

“Diogenes struck the father when the son swore, because he taught him no better.”

“Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?”