Maxioms by George Herbert
The wind in ones face makes one wise.
The wind in ones face makes one wise.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this.
Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this.
