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.
Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.
Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.
Discreet women have neither eyes nor eares.
Discreet women have neither eyes nor eares.
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]
It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
