Maxioms by George Herbert
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.
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh
till your hearts ake.
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh
till your hearts ake.
Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.
Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.
Who must account for himselfe and others, must know both.
Who must account for himselfe and others, must know both.
Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.
Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.
