Maxioms by George Herbert
Good horses make short miles.
Good horses make short miles.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
There would be no great men if there were no little ones.
There would be no great men if there were no little ones.
He that can make a fire well, can end a quarrell.
He that can make a fire well, can end a quarrell.
Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled
Enemy.
Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled
Enemy.
