Maxioms by George Herbert
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew read more
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
A woman conceales what shee knowes not.
A woman conceales what shee knowes not.
