There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
GEORGE HERBERTThere is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
GEORGE HERBERTHee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
GEORGE HERBERTThe first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.
GEORGE HERBERTSum up at night what thou hast done by day.
GEORGE HERBERTGood is the mora that makes all sure.
GEORGE HERBERTBy all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.
GEORGE HERBERTBetter suffer ill, then doe ill. [Better suffer ill, than do ill.]
GEORGE HERBERTNo profit to honour, no honour to Religion.
GEORGE HERBERTIn a long journey straw waighs.
GEORGE HERBERTThe cholerick man never wants woe.
GEORGE HERBERTA dead Bee maketh no Hony.
GEORGE HERBERTGood words are worth much, and cost little.
GEORGE HERBERTI envy no man’s nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.
GEORGE HERBERTAll our pompe the earth covers.
GEORGE HERBERTChuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters.
GEORGE HERBERTThey that are booted are not alwaies ready.
GEORGE HERBERT