Maxioms by George Herbert
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.
A gentle houswife marres the houshold.
A gentle houswife marres the houshold.
Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.
Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.
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.
A horse stumbles that hath foure legges.
A horse stumbles that hath foure legges.
