Maxioms by George Herbert
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.
The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.
None saies his Garner is full.
None saies his Garner is full.
He that goeth farre hath many encounters.
He that goeth farre hath many encounters.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
