Maxioms by George Herbert
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
It's good tying the sack before it be full.
It's good tying the sack before it be full.
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows read more
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper read more
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking;
But if thou want it, buy it not too deare
Many affecting wit beyond their power,
Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.
