Maxioms by George Herbert
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee
hath laid out.
He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee
hath laid out.
