Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
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.
More George Herbert Quotes
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I envy no man’s nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.
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Prettiness dies first.
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When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
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God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.
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Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
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Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
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If folly were griefe every house would weepe. [If folly were grief, every house would weep.]
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There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly. [There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.]
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To gaine teacheth how to spend. [To gain teacheth how to spend.]
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Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
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The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God.
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We live in an age that hath more need of good example than precepts.
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The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it.
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The eye and Religion can beare no jesting.
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Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.
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