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.
Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.
Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the
Altar.
Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.
Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.
He that serves well needes not ask his wages.
He that serves well needes not ask his wages.
In the world who knowes not to swimme, goes to the bottome.
In the world who knowes not to swimme, goes to the bottome.
