1,357 Quotes by George Herbert

Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.

Everyone thinks his sack heaviest.

Soft and faire goes farre.

The March sunne raises but dissolves not.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many. [The little cannot be great unless he devour many.]

Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.

The life of spies is to know, not bee known.

Honor and profit lie not all in one sack.