Maxioms by George Herbert
An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.
An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Immortal Love, author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Immortal Love, author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out thy glorious name, And thrown it on that dust which thou hast made, While mortal love doth all the title gain! Which siding with invention, they together Bear all the sway, possessing heart and brain (Thy workmanship), and give thee share in neither. Wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit: The world is theirs; they two play out the game, Thou standing by: and though thy glorious name Wrought our deliverance from th' infernal pit, Who sings thy praise? only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought
to be interposed.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought
to be interposed.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
