1,357 Quotes by George Herbert

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

An Oxe is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

Forbeare not sowing because of birds.

It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.

Prosperity lets goe the bridle.

Thornes whiten yet doe nothing.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.