Maxioms by George Herbert
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows read more
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at
every water, shall neither have good read more
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at
every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.
Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.
Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.
Providence is better then a rent.
Providence is better then a rent.
