Maxioms by George Herbert
An ill deede cannot bring honour.
An ill deede cannot bring honour.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew read more
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
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.
Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store.
Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store.
He that sowes trusts in God.
He that sowes trusts in God.
