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George Herbert Quotes - Page 9

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A great dowry is a bed full of brables. [A great dowry is a bed full of brambles.]

A great dowry is a bed full of brables. [A great dowry is a bed full of brambles.]

Bed, Dowry

It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.

Horse, Hands, Walking

George Herbert, Joseph Hall (1855). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop Hall”, p.319

By doing nothing we learne to do ill.

Doing Nothing, Ill

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.352

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

Sweet, Lying, Spring

'Outlandish Proverbs' (1640) no. 420

With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.

Live Well, Wells

When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.

Prayer, Done, Ready

George Herbert, Christopher Harvey, George Gilfillan (1857). “The poetical works of George Herbert”, p.294

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

Dust, Flesh, Mortality

George Herbert (1856). “The poetical works of George Herbert. Illustrated”, p.80

Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love, or life.

Friendship, Wine, Literature

Beare with evill, and expect good.

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.341

Those that God loves, do not live long.

Death, Long, God Love

George Herbert, Christopher Harvey, George Gilfillan (1857). “The poetical works of George Herbert”, p.325

A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.

Men

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.332

Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.

Son, Fats

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.337

He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.

Littles

George Herbert, Joseph Hall (1855). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop Hall”, p.303

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

After Death

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.358

The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives. [The war is not done so long as my enemy lives.]

War, Long, Enemy

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.

Sports, Heart, Gambling

Jeremy Taylor, John Wheeldon, George Herbert (1768). “Sacred Prolusions: Or, Select Pieces from Bishop Taylor and Mr. Herbert. By the Rev. John Wheeldon, ... With a Preface and a Discourse on Rev.xviii. 21. By the Editor”, p.102

Take heed of the wrath of a mighty man, and the tumult of the people.

Men, Wrath, People

George Herbert (1841). “The remains of ... George Herbert”, p.188

Money wants no followers.

Money, Followers, Want

George Herbert, Christopher Harvey, George Gilfillan (1857). “The poetical works of George Herbert”, p.328

If the mother had not beene in the oven, shee had never sought her daughter there.

Daughter, Mother, Ovens

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.350

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

Money, Love Of Money, Love Of Learning

George Herbert, Christopher Harvey, George Gilfillan (1857). “The poetical works of George Herbert”, p.328

More have repented speech then silence. [More have repented speech than silence.]

Silence, Speech

Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft. [Of a pig's tail you can never make a good shaft.]

Pigs, Tails

Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music.

Angel, Sunday, Thinking

George Herbert (1867). “The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations: With A Priest to the Temple, Or, The Country Parson”, p.14

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

Foxes, Monk, Length

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.318

Divine ashes are better then earthly meale.

Ashes, Divine

George Herbert (1874). “The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose”, p.349

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