Maxioms by George Herbert
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.
The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.
In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
