Worldly wealth is the Devils bait and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is farthest from the sun. – Robert Burton
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning loves the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning. – Robert Burton
A dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself. – Robert Burton
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes. – Robert Burton
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers