Sickness is the mother of modesty, putteth us in minde of our mortality; and, when wee are in the full careere of worldly pompe and jollity, she pulleth us by the eare, and maketh us knowe ourselves.


The Anatomy of Melancholy (Volume 1), Part II, Sect. III, Memb. IV, Subsect. 6 (p. 399)


Sickness is the mother of modesty, putteth us in minde of our mortality; and, when wee are in the full careere of worldly pompe and jollity, she...

Sickness is the mother of modesty, putteth us in minde of our mortality; and, when wee are in the full careere of worldly pompe and jollity, she...

Sickness is the mother of modesty, putteth us in minde of our mortality; and, when wee are in the full careere of worldly pompe and jollity, she...

Sickness is the mother of modesty, putteth us in minde of our mortality; and, when wee are in the full careere of worldly pompe and jollity, she...