Maxioms by George Herbert
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
'Tis hard to be wretched, but worse to be knowne so.
'Tis hard to be wretched, but worse to be knowne so.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
All is not gold that glisters.
All is not gold that glisters.
