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Everyone has the obligation to ponder well his own specific traits of character. He must also regulate them adequately and not wonder whether someone else's traits might suit him better. The more definitely his own a man's character is, the better it fits him. Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC)




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Men are not prisoners of fate,

but only prisoners of their own minds.

A book

When you know a thing,

to hold that you know it;

and when you do not know a thing,

to allow that you do

not know it - this is knowledge.t







My God, I heard this day

That none doth build a stately habitation,

But he that means to dwell therein.

What house more stately hath there been,

Or can be, than is Man? to whose creation

All things are in decay.

For Man is every thing,

And more: he is a tree, yet bears more fruit;

A beast, yet is or should be more:

Reason and speech we only bring.

Parrots may thank us, if they are not mute,

They go upon the score.

Man is all symmetry,

Full of proportions, one limb to another,

And all to all the world besides:

Each part may call the furthest, brother;

For head with foot hath private amity,

And both with moons and tides.

Nothing hath got so far,

But man hath caught and kept it, as his prey.

His eyes dismount the highest star:

He is in little all the sphere.

Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they

Find their acquaintance there.

For us the winds do blow,

The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow.

Nothing we see but means our good,

As our delight or as our treasure:

The whole is either our cupboard of food,

Or cabinet of pleasure.

The stars have us to bed;

Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws;

Music and light attend our head.

All things unto our flesh are kind

In their descent and being; to our mind

In their ascent and cause.

Each thing is full of duty:

Waters united are our navigation;

Distinguishèd, our habitation;

Below, our drink; above, our meat;

Both are our cleanliness. Hath one such beauty?

Then how are all things neat?

More servants wait on Man

Than he'll take notice of: in every path

He treads down that which doth befriend him

When sickness makes him pale and wan.

O mighty love! Man is one world, and hath

Another to attend him.

Since then, my God, thou hast

So brave a palace built, O dwell in it

That it may dwell with thee at last!

Till then, afford us so much wit,

That, as the world serves us, we may serve thee,

And both thy servants be.












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