I envy no man’s nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.
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 HERBERTCall me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.
GEORGE HERBERTThey that are booted are not alwaies ready.
GEORGE HERBERTI was taken by a morsell, saies the fish. [I was taken by a morsel, says the fish.]
GEORGE HERBERTNever was strumpet faire.
GEORGE HERBERTTrue beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.
GEORGE HERBERTSundays observe; think when the bells do chime, ‘T is angels’ music.
GEORGE HERBERTHe that hath but one eye, must bee afraid to lose it. [He that hath but one eye must be afraid to lose it.]
GEORGE HERBERTBetter suffer ill, then doe ill. [Better suffer ill, than do ill.]
GEORGE HERBERTWho shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.
GEORGE HERBERTThe life of spies is to know, not bee known.
GEORGE HERBERTGod, and Parents, and our Master, can never be requited.
GEORGE HERBERTTo gaine teacheth how to spend. [To gain teacheth how to spend.]
GEORGE HERBERTReason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle. [Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
GEORGE HERBERTWhile the discreet advise, the foole doth his busines. [While the discreet advise, the fool doth his busines.]
GEORGE HERBERTTrue beauty dwells on high: ours is a flame But borrowed thence to light us thither. Beauty and beauteous words should go together.
GEORGE HERBERT