Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights. [Sweet discourse makes short days and nights.] — George Herbert Copy Share Image
I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky... — George Herbert Copy Share Image
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
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And… — 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