George Herbert

I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my
neighbour white.

I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my
neighbour white.

When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer,
strike your fill.

When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer,
strike your fill.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
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Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
Short of His can and body; must I find
A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?

Wine is a turne-coate (first a friend, then an enemy).

Wine is a turne-coate (first a friend, then an enemy).