Maxioms by George Herbert
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
Promising is the eve of giving.
Promising is the eve of giving.
To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
Dogs are fine in the field.
Dogs are fine in the field.
