Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).
George HerbertThe God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
George HerbertThe dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name.
George HerbertThe Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony.
George Herbert