Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness? — George Herbert Copy Share Image
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, — George Herbert Copy Share Image
A broken Altar, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing... a grateful heart! — George Herbert Copy Share Image
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Surely if each one saw another's heart, There would be no commerce, No sale or bargain pass: all would disperse And live… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Lie not, neither to thyself, nor man, nor God. Let mouth and heart be one; beat and speak together, and make both… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
If any speak ill of thee, fly home to thy own conscience and examine thy heart. If thou art guilty, it is… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me,… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle. [In the house of the fiddler all fiddle.] — George Herbert Copy Share
By all means use some time to be alone, salute thyself, see what thy soul doth wear. — George Herbert Copy Share
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning. — George Herbert Copy Share
He is a great Necromancer, for he asks counsel counsell of the Dead (i.e. books). — George Herbert Copy Share
