Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
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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France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
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In a great River great fish are found, but take heede, lest you bee drowned.
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The Law is not the same at morning and at night.
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Good words are worth much, and cost little.
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Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.
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Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
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In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
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Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.
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The eye will have his part.
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There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
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If folly were griefe every house would weepe. [If folly were grief, every house would weep.]
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Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
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All our pompe the earth covers.
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Good and quickly seldom meet.
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In a long journey straw waighs.
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