Maxioms by George Herbert
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.
He that sends a foole expects one.
He that sends a foole expects one.
Everyone is a master and servant.
Everyone is a master and servant.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.
He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.
He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.
