The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope. — 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
