Maxioms by George Herbert
He that marries late, marries ill.
He that marries late, marries ill.
It's more paine to doe nothing then something.
It's more paine to doe nothing then something.
That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
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That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust.
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
