Maxioms by George Herbert
The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.
The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.
The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
