Maxioms by George Herbert
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 It's true we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day Yet to go part of read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 It's true we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day Yet to go part of that religious way Is better than to rest: We cannot reach our Savior's purity; Yet we are bid, 'Be holy ev'n as He': In both let's do our best. Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gone Is much more sure to meet with Him than one That traveleth by-ways; Perhaps my God, though He be far before, May turn, and take me by the hand, and more, May strengthen my decays. Yet, Lord, instruct us to improve our fast By starving sin, and taking such repast As may our faults control; That ev'ry man may revel at his door, Not in his parlor -- banquetting the poor, And among those, his soul.
An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.
An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
