Maxioms by George Herbert
Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.
Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]
To deceive ones selfe is very easie.
To deceive ones selfe is very easie.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
