There are many waies to fame. {There are many ways to fame.]
GEORGE HERBERTThere are many waies to fame. {There are many ways to fame.]
GEORGE HERBERTAn upbraided morsell never choaked any.
GEORGE HERBERTThe best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
GEORGE HERBERTHe that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.
GEORGE HERBERTFrance is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
GEORGE HERBERTEnvy not greatness: for thou mak’st thereby Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
GEORGE HERBERTHee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
GEORGE HERBERTSink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
GEORGE HERBERTThere is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
GEORGE HERBERTIt is better to have wings then hornes.
GEORGE HERBERTHe puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.
GEORGE HERBERTIt’s not good fishing before the net.
GEORGE HERBERTGod heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.
GEORGE HERBERTBetter suffer ill, then doe ill. [Better suffer ill, than do ill.]
GEORGE HERBERTHe is a great Necromancer, for he asks counsel counsell of the Dead (i.e. books).
GEORGE HERBERTEveryone puts his fault on the Times.
GEORGE HERBERT