George Herbert Quotes

The Law is not the same at morning and at night.

Hee that lives well is learned enough.

He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after.

A Tyrant is most tyrant to himselfe.

He that believes all misseth; he that believes nothing, hits not.

An old cat sports not with her prey.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Feares are divided in the midst.

Every sin brings its punishment with it.

A pittifull looke askes enough.

He that sends a foole expects one.

Good is god, but better carries it.

The Fox knowes much, but more he that catcheth him.

Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.

Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

Words are women, deeds are men.

He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out.

He that will be surety, shall pay.

Sum up at night what thou hast done by day.

When God will punish, hee will first take away the understanding.

The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges.

Craft against craft makes no living.

The life of man is a winter way.

Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled Enemy.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.

Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.

Learn weeping, and thou shalt laugh gaining.

He that thinks amiss, concludes worse.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie: a fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.

You cannot flea a stone.

Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.

Good horses make short miles.

The great put the little on the hooke.

Lord! who hath praise enough?

Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.

He that will be served must bee patient.

Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.

All feete tread not in one shoe.

Beauty drawes more then oxen.

God oft hath a great share in a little house.

Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.

A married man turns his staffe into a stake.

A man is known to be mortal by two things, Sleep and Lust.

Be useful where thou livest.