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fortune as anything else we do

Desire of riches is more sharpened by their use than by the need

Desire of travel

Desires, that still increase as they are fulfilled

Detest in others the defects which are more manifest in us

Did my discourses came only from my mouth or from my heart

Did not approve all sorts of means to obtain a victory

Die well—that is, patiently and tranquilly

Difference betwixt memory and understanding

Difficulty gives all things their estimation

Dignify our fopperies when we commit them to the press

Diogenes, esteeming us no better than flies or bladders

Discover what there is of good and clean in the bottom of the po

Disdainful, contemplative, serious and grave as the ass

Disease had arrived at its period or an effect of chance?

Disgorge what we eat in the same condition it was swallowed

Disguise, by their abridgments and at their own choice

Dissentient and tumultuary drugs

Diversity of medical arguments and opinions embraces all

Diverting the opinions and conjectures of the people

Do not much blame them for making their advantage of our folly

Do not to pray that all things may go as we would have them

Do not, nevertheless, always believe myself

Do thine own work, and know thyself

Doctors: more felicity and duration in their own lives?

Doctrine much more intricate and fantastic than the thing itself

Dost thou, then, old man, collect food for others' ears?

Doubt whether those (old writings) we have be not the worst

Doubtful ills plague us worst

Downright and sincere obedience

Drugs being in its own nature an enemy to our health

Drunkeness a true and certain trial of every one's nature

Dying appears to him a natural and indifferent accident

Each amongst you has made somebody cuckold

Eat your bread with the sauce of a more pleasing imagination

Education

Education ought to be carried on with a severe sweetness

Effect and performance are not at all in our power

Either tranquil life, or happy death

Eloquence prejudices the subject it would advance

Emperor Julian, surnamed the Apostate

Endeavouring to be brief, I become obscure

Engaged in the avenues of old age, being already past forty

Enough to do to comfort myself, without having to console others

Enslave our own contentment to the power of another?

Enters lightly into a quarrel is apt to go as lightly out of it

Entertain us with fables: astrologers and physicians

Epicurus

Establish this proposition by authority and huffing

Evade this tormenting and unprofitable knowledge

Even the very promises of physic are incredible in themselves

Events are a very poor testimony of our worth and parts

Every abridgment of a good book is a foolish abridgment

Every day travels towards death; the last only arrives at it

Every government has a god at the head of it

Every man thinks himself sufficiently intelligent

Every place of retirement requires a walk

Everything has many faces and several aspects

Examine, who is better learned, than who is more learned

Excel above the common rate in frivolous things

Excuse myself from knowing anything which enslaves me to others

Executions rather whet than dull the edge of vices

Expresses more contempt and condemnation than the other

Extend their anger and hatred beyond the dispute in question

Extremity of philosophy is hurtful

Fabric goes forming and piling itself up from hand to hand

Fame: an echo, a dream, nay, the shadow of a dream

Fancy that others cannot believe otherwise than as he does

Fantastic gibberish of the prophetic canting

Far more easy and pleasant to follow than to lead

Fathers conceal their affection from their children

Fault not to discern how far a man's worth extends

Fault will be theirs for having consulted me

Fear and distrust invite and draw on offence

Fear is more importunate and insupportable than death itself

Fear of the fall more fevers me than the fall itself

Fear to lose a thing, which being lost, cannot be lamented?

Fear was not that I should do ill, but that I should do nothing

Fear: begets a terrible astonishment and confusion

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