Maxioms by George Herbert
Who likes not the drinke, God deprives him of bread.
Who likes not the drinke, God deprives him of bread.
Wealth is like rheume, it falles on the weakest parts.
Wealth is like rheume, it falles on the weakest parts.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with
thoughts.
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with
thoughts.
Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
