George Herbert

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper read more

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking;
But if thou want it, buy it not too deare
Many affecting wit beyond their power,
Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.

An upbraided morsell never choaked any.

An upbraided morsell never choaked any.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.

Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.

The beades in the Hand, and the Divell in Capuch (or cape of the
cloak).

The beades in the Hand, and the Divell in Capuch (or cape of the
cloak).