Maxioms by George Herbert
Praise a hill, but keepe below.
Praise a hill, but keepe below.
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
The Italians are wise before the deede, the Germanes in the
deede, the French after the deede.
The Italians are wise before the deede, the Germanes in the
deede, the French after the deede.
