Maxioms by George Herbert
He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.
He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.
The Sundaies of man's life,
Thredded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
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The Sundaies of man's life,
Thredded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal, glorious King.
On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope;
Blessings are plentiful and rife.
More plentiful than hope.
All that shakes falles not.
All that shakes falles not.
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
Little losses amaze, great tame.
Little losses amaze, great tame.
