Maxioms by George Herbert
The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.
The hard gives more then he that hath nothing.
The hard gives more then he that hath nothing.
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Light burthens, long borne, growe heavie.
[Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.]
Chuse a horse made, and a wife to make.
Chuse a horse made, and a wife to make.
