Maxioms by George Herbert
I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
The March sunne raises but dissolves not.
The March sunne raises but dissolves not.
Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
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Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
Short of His can and body; must I find
A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
