Maxioms by George Herbert
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
Ty it well, and let it goe.
Ty it well, and let it goe.
The back-doore robs the house.
The back-doore robs the house.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).
