Maxioms by George Herbert
Although it raine, throw not away thy watering pot.
Although it raine, throw not away thy watering pot.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens,
and to rivers foords.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens,
and to rivers foords.
He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.
He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn for Thee? My soul's a shepherd too: a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is Thy Word, the streams, Thy Grace Enriching all the place. Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers Out-sing the daylight hours.
