Maxioms by George Herbert
To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
Better be a foole then a knave.
Better be a foole then a knave.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows read more
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
