1,357 Quotes by George Herbert

The chicken is the country's, but the city eats it.

O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin’d With his desires!

Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening.

Let anger’s fire be slow to burn.

Summe up at night what thou hast done by day; And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay And growth of it; if, with thy watch, that too Be down then winde up both; since we shall be Most surely judg’d, make thy accounts agree.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn’d.

The chicken is the country’s, but the city eats it.

Hope is the poor man’s bread.

God’s mill grinds slow, but sure.