Maxioms by George Herbert
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
In every Art it is good to have a master.
In every Art it is good to have a master.
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.
A snow yeare, a rich yeare.
A snow yeare, a rich yeare.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
