George Herbert

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.

If the mother had not beene in the oven, shee had never sought
her daughter there.

If the mother had not beene in the oven, shee had never sought
her daughter there.

The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.

The Chicken is the Countries, but the Citie eats it.

Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.

Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.

Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
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Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.