Maxioms by George Herbert
A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt.
A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
Hope is the poore mans bread.
Hope is the poore mans bread.
Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.
Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.
Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.
Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.
