Maxioms by George Herbert
Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.
Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought
to be interposed.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought
to be interposed.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
It is a great victory that comes without blood.
It is a great victory that comes without blood.
