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 HERBERTShips feare fire more then water. [Ships fear fire more than water.]
GEORGE HERBERTHee that brings good newes knockes hard.
GEORGE HERBERTTrue beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.
GEORGE HERBERTWhen war begins, then hell openeth.
GEORGE HERBERTReason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle. [Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
GEORGE HERBERTThe way is an ill neighbour.
GEORGE HERBERTGood words are worth much, and cost little.
GEORGE HERBERTHee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
GEORGE HERBERTHee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
GEORGE HERBERTHee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
GEORGE HERBERTNever was strumpet faire.
GEORGE HERBERTGood swimmers at length are drowned.
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 HERBERTHe that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
GEORGE HERBERTTo fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
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