Maxioms by George Herbert
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.
Craft against craft makes no living.
Craft against craft makes no living.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
Promising is the eve of giving.
Promising is the eve of giving.
He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.
He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.
