1,357 Quotes by George Herbert

A penny spar’d is twice got.

Thursday come, and the week’s gone.

Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood, The land of spices; something understood.

Critics are like brushers of noblemen’s clothes.

He that’s foolish in the fault, let him be wise in the punishment.

The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman’s name.

Who would have thought my shrivel’d heart could have recovered greenness?

Every mile is two in winter.

Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee.