Spectacles are deaths Harquebuze. [Spectacles are death's arquebuse.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Death used to be an executioner, but the gospel has made him just a gardner.” — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Life without a friend is death without a witnesse. [Life without a friend is death without a witness.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
In war, hunting, and love, men for one pleasure a thousand griefes prove. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
When age is jocond it makes sport for death. [When age is jocund, it makes sport for death.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Man is no star, but a quick coal Of mortal fire: Who blows it not, nor doth control A faint desire,” — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death. [Old men, when they scorn young, make much of death.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,… — 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 Image
By all means use some time to be alone, salute thyself, see what thy soul doth wear. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
He is a great Necromancer, for he asks counsel counsell of the Dead (i.e. books). — George Herbert Copy Share Image