Maxioms by George Herbert
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows read more
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
If the husband be not at home, there is nobodie.
If the husband be not at home, there is nobodie.
Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.
Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.
