Maxioms by George Herbert
Love rules his kingdome without a sword.
Love rules his kingdome without a sword.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
