George Herbert Quotes

The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

The Germans wit is in his fingers.

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

This missing science of heredity, this unworked mine of knowledge on the borderland of biology and anthropology, which for all practical purposes is as unworked now as it was in the days of Plato, is, in simple truth, ten times more important to humanity than all the chemistry and physics, all the technical and indsutrial science that ever has been or ever will be discovered.

A child correct behind and not before.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can hurt.

Good newes may bee told at any time, but ill in the morning.

Long jesting was never good.

He that once deceives is ever suspected.

The gentle Hawke halfe mans her selfe.

Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.

He that is not handsome at 20, nor strong at 30, nor rich at 40, nor wise at 50, will never be handsome, strong, rich or wise.

Chuse not an house neere an lnne (viz. for noise) or in a corner (for filth).

Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.

A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground.

All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.

He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.

Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.

He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

He that contemplates hath a day without night.

To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.

If gold knew what gold is, gold would get gold I wis.

Soft and faire goes farre.

There is more talke then trouble.

He that sowes trusts in God.

Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.

The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne.

The scalded head feares cold water.

Great paines quickly find ease.

The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.

Health without money is halfe an ague.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

You must lose a fly to catch a trout.

He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.

A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.

By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest; for 'Tis thine own: And tumble up and down what thou findst there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, he breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.

There's no such conquering weapon as the necessity of conquering.

Storms make the oak grow deeper roots.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

Service is no Inheritance.

The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.

A faire death honours the whole life.

Death keeps no calendar.

The eyes have one language everywhere.

He that lends, gives.

You cannot make a windmill go with a pair of bellows.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.