Maxioms by Robert Herrick
Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if read more
Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep
Did soon draw in agen.
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
