Maxioms by George Herbert
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.
In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.
Hee that lookes not before, finds himselfe behind.
Hee that lookes not before, finds himselfe behind.
Would you know what mony is, Go borrow some.
Would you know what mony is, Go borrow some.
Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
