Maxioms by George Herbert
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.
Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could
he find it.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could
he find it.
Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.
Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.
That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
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That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust.
