Maxioms by George Herbert
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
The blind eate many a flie.
The blind eate many a flie.
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.
The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.
