Maxioms by George Herbert
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
Manie things are lost for want of asking.
Manie things are lost for want of asking.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
Love makes one fitt for any work.
Love makes one fitt for any work.
An upbraided morsell never choaked any.
An upbraided morsell never choaked any.
