Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timbered, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters deliver us to laws; they send us… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity. — 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
