Maxioms by George Herbert
He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after.
He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arme.
God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arme.
No profit to honour, no honour to Religion.
No profit to honour, no honour to Religion.
