Maxioms by Robert Herrick
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
