True beauty dwells on high: ours is a flame But borrowed thence to light us thither. Beauty and beauteous words should go… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
As flames do work and wind when they ascend, So did I weave myself into the sense. — 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