Maxioms by George Herbert
God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.
God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.
He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack.
He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
