George Herbert Quotes

Hee stands not surely, that never slips.

After the house is finisht, leave it.

What your glasse telles you, will not be told by Councell.

I had rather ride on an ass that carries me than a horse that throws me.

A master of straw eates a servant of steele.

Great strokes make not sweete musick.

Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.

A drunkards purse is a bottle.

Almes never make poore.

The least foolish is wise.

The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

He that owes nothing, if he makes not mouthes at us, is courteous.

War makes thieves and peace hangs them.

He that lives well sees a farre off.

Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.

A handful of good life is better than a bushel of learning.

Take heed of credit decaid, and people that have nothing.

Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.

He cannot be vertuous that is not rigorous.

God provides for him that trusteth.

The hard gives more then he that hath nothing.

Humble Hearts have humble desires.

Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.

Empty Chambers make foolish maides.

Waight and measure take away strife.

A good digestion turneth all to health.

No day so clear but hath dark clouds.

Aske much to have a little.

It is good to have some friends both in heaven and hell.

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

A journying woman speakes much of all, and all of her.

The resolved mind hath no cares.

By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.

Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme valleys.

Many kiss the hand they wish cut off.

He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

It is a great victory that comes without blood.

Love makes one fitt for any work.

We live in an age that hath more need of good example than precepts.

God's mill grinds slow, but sure.

Be what thou wouldst seeme to be.

When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.

One graine fills not a sacke, but helpes his fellowes.

'It's this accursed Science,' I cried. 'It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the Moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it-and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way.'

He that hath little is the lesse durtie.

Building and marrying of Children are great wasters.

All flesh is not venison.