The Works of Sir Thomas Browne: Pseudodoxia epidemica, cont. Hydriotaphia and the Garden of Cyrus (1658) Certain miscellany tracts (1684) A letter to a friend (1690) Posthumous works (1712) Christian morals (1716) Notes on certain birds and fishes found in Norfolk. On the Ostrich. Boulimia centenaria. Upon the dark mist, 27th November 1674. Account of a thunderstorm at Norwich, 1665. On dreams. Observationson Grafting. Corrigenda. Index
G. Richards, 1907
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Sida 142 - God, who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names, hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration ; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnising nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Sida 136 - ... buildings above it, and quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests : what prince can promise such diuturnity unto his relics, or might not gladly say : Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim ? Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.
Sida 139 - Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana, he is almost lost that built it. Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian's horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have equal durations, and Thersites is like to live as long as Agamemnon.
Sida 140 - Oblivion is not to be hired: the greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.
Sida 137 - What song the syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. What time the persons of these ossuaries entered the famous nations of the dead, and slept with princes and counsellors, might admit a wide solution. But who were the proprietaries of these bones, or what bodies these ashes made up, were a question...
Sida 137 - Had they made as good provision for their names, as they have done for their relics, they had not so grossly erred in the art of perpetuation. But to subsist in bones, and be but pyramidally extant, is a fallacy in duration.
Sida 139 - Gruter, to hope for eternity by enigmatical epithets, or first letters of our names, to be studied by antiquaries, who we were, and have new names given us like many of the mummies, are cold consolations unto the students of perpetuity, even by everlasting languages.
Sida 140 - Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory a great part even of our living beings; we slightly remember our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves. To weep into stones are fables. Afflictions induce callosities; miseries are slippery, or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding is no unhappy stupidity.