George Herbert

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper read more

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking;
But if thou want it, buy it not too deare
Many affecting wit beyond their power,
Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.

The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.