George Herbert Quotes

Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.

Of him that speakes ill, consider the life more then the word. [Of him that speaks ill, consider the life more than the word.]

Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.

Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death. [Old men, when they scorn young, make much of death.]

Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it. [Old praise dies unless you feed it.]

On painting and fighting looke aloofe. [On painting and fighting look aloof.]

One eye of the masters sees more, then ten of the servants. [One eye of the master sees more than ten of the servants']

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.

One foole makes a hundred.

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

One hand washeth another, and both the face.

One mouth doth nothing without another.

Give loosers leave to talke.

Would you reach the infinite? Then enter into finite things, working out all that they contain.

I am defeated, and know it, if I meet any human being from whom I find myself unable to learn anything.

The most consummately beautiful thing in the universe is the fashioned life of a good person.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

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

Of a new Prince, new bondage.

Nothing secure unlesse suspected.

Nothing lasts but the Church.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Nothing dries sooner then a teare.

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

None saies his Garner is full.

None is so wise, but the foole overtakes him.

None is offended but by himselfe.

None is borne Master.

Noble houskeepers neede no dores.

No tye can oblige the perfidious. [No tie can oblige the perfidious.]

No profit to honour, no honour to Religion.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

No Church-yard is so handsom, that a man would desire straight to bee buried there. [No churchyard is so handsome that a man would desire straight to be buried there.]

No Alchymy to saving.

Never was strumpet faire.

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

Good land, evill way.

Good is to bee sought out, and evill attended.

Good is the mora that makes all sure.

Good is god, but better carries it.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.

God comes to see without a bell.

Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store. [Giving much to the poor doth increase a man's store.]

Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

Prayers and provender hinder no journey. [Prayers and provender hinder no man's journey.]

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.