Maxioms by George Herbert
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
He that is angry at a feast is rude.
He that is angry at a feast is rude.
When age is jocond it makes sport for death.
When age is jocond it makes sport for death.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
