George Herbert

Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett.

Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett.

There would be no great men if there were no little ones.

There would be no great men if there were no little ones.

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper read more

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking;
But if thou want it, buy it not too deare
Many affecting wit beyond their power,
Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.

It takes much from the account, to which his sin doth amount.

It takes much from the account, to which his sin doth amount.

He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.

He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.