Maxioms by George Herbert
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
A blustering night, a faire day.
A blustering night, a faire day.
A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors.
A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors.
If you would know secrets, looke them in griefe or pleasure.
If you would know secrets, looke them in griefe or pleasure.
