Maxioms by George Herbert
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.
He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.
He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.
He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.
It takes much from the account, to which his sin doth amount.
It takes much from the account, to which his sin doth amount.
Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.
Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.
