Maxioms by George Herbert
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
Hee that lookes not before, finds himselfe behind.
Hee that lookes not before, finds himselfe behind.
The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.
The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
Mend your cloathes, and you may hold out this yeare.
Mend your cloathes, and you may hold out this yeare.
