Maxioms by George Herbert
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
Drought never brought dearth.
Drought never brought dearth.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.
Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.
