Maxioms by George Herbert
Gifts enter every where without a wimble.
Gifts enter every where without a wimble.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
He that is drunken . . .
Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill
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He that is drunken . . .
Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill
Did with his liquor slide into his veins.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
