Maxioms by George Herbert
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Many kisse the hand they wish cut off.
Many kisse the hand they wish cut off.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
Covetousnesse breaks the bag.
Covetousnesse breaks the bag.
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 It's true we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day Yet to go part of read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 It's true we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day Yet to go part of that religious way Is better than to rest: We cannot reach our Savior's purity; Yet we are bid, 'Be holy ev'n as He': In both let's do our best. Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gone Is much more sure to meet with Him than one That traveleth by-ways; Perhaps my God, though He be far before, May turn, and take me by the hand, and more, May strengthen my decays. Yet, Lord, instruct us to improve our fast By starving sin, and taking such repast As may our faults control; That ev'ry man may revel at his door, Not in his parlor -- banquetting the poor, And among those, his soul.
