George Herbert ( 10 of 66 )
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper read more
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer:
Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking;
But if thou want it, buy it not too deare
Many affecting wit beyond their power,
Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.
February makes a bridge and March breakes it.
[February makes a bridge, and March breaks it.]
February makes a bridge and March breakes it.
[February makes a bridge, and March breaks it.]
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as read more
Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.
Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to read more
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart read more
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
He that is drunken . . .
Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill
Did with read more
He that is drunken . . .
Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill
Did with his liquor slide into his veins.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
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Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.
Restore to God His due in tithe and time;
A tithe purloin'd cankers the whole estate.
Restore to God His due in tithe and time;
A tithe purloin'd cankers the whole estate.
