A little labour, much health.
GEORGE HERBERTA little labour, much health.
GEORGE HERBERTWho would doe ill ne’re wants occasion.
GEORGE HERBERTHe that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.
GEORGE HERBERTFrance is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
GEORGE HERBERTIt’s no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
GEORGE HERBERTMan is one world, and hath / Another to attend him.
GEORGE HERBERTTo gaine teacheth how to spend. [To gain teacheth how to spend.]
GEORGE HERBERTThe scalded head feares cold water.
GEORGE HERBERTOf a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft. [Of a pig’s tail you can never make a good shaft.]
GEORGE HERBERTAn ill deed cannot bring honor.
GEORGE HERBERTIn a great River great fish are found, but take heede, lest you bee drowned.
GEORGE HERBERTIn the world who knowes not to swimme, goes to the bottome. [In the world, who knows not to swim goes to the bottom.]
GEORGE HERBERTAn upbraided morsell never choaked any.
GEORGE HERBERTIn good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
GEORGE HERBERTThe life of man is a winter way.
GEORGE HERBERTA child correct behind and not before.
GEORGE HERBERT