Maxioms by George Herbert
Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.
Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.
You may be on land, yet not in a garden.
You may be on land, yet not in a garden.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]
