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• I light my candle from their torches. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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• Birds of a feather will gather together. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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• For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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• One religion is as true as another. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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• Out of too much learning become mad. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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• When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
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