Related:

• A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6...
• They do not live but linger. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10...
• 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...
• No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3...
• All our geese are swans. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect.
  2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14...
• A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12...
• 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...
• I light my candle from their torches. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
  2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1...