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
If folly were griefe every house would weepe. [If folly were grief, every house would weep.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot. — 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