Maxioms by George Herbert
A blustering night, a faire day.
A blustering night, a faire day.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not
ripe.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not
ripe.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace.
Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace.
Goe not for every griefe to the Phtsitian, nor for every quarrell
to the Lawyer, nor for every thirst read more
Goe not for every griefe to the Phtsitian, nor for every quarrell
to the Lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
