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Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde, Lose all mine own? God hath giv’n me a measure Short of His can and body; must I find A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?

George Herbert

The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing, and the liberall of a farthing sixe pence. [The miserable man maketh a penny of a farthing, and the liberal of a farthing sixpence.]
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Men Miserable Pennies
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle. [Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
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Lying Reason Spurs
Envy not greatness: for thou mak’st thereby Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
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Distance Envy Greatness
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
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Beauty Husband Lover Poor
When it thunders, the theefe becomes honest. [When it thunders, the thief becomes honest.]
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Honest Thieves Thunder
A married man turns his staffe into a stake.
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Married Men Stake
There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly. [There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.]
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Folly Jollity Smack
The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God.
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Fear God Knowledge Men Void
Great Fortune brings with it Great misfortune.
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Fortune Great Misfortune
Hee that should have what hee hath not, should doe what he doth not.
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Country Hath People
Little pitchers have wide eares. [Little pitchers have wide ears.]
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Ears Hearing Little
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
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Make Mill Paire Wind
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
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Gratitude Thankful Thanksgiving
Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
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Mean Sky Success
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
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Children Love Smell
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
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May Spring

Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde, Lose all mine own? God hath giv’n me a measure Short of His can and body; must I find A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?

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