1,357 Quotes by George Herbert

When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer, strike your fill.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

Critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes.

It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.

Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back / Guilty of dust and sin.

Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.

Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.

Would you know what money is, go borrow some.