George Herbert Quotes

An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.

An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.

An old friend is a new house.

An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.

An Oxe is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.

An upbraided morsell never choaked any.

Anothers bread costs deare.

Armour is light at table.

As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.

Aske much to have a little.

Assaile who will, the valiant attends.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.

At Court, every one for himselfe. [At court, everyone for himself.]

At dinner my man appeares.

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

At the games end we shall see who gaines.

Be what thou wouldst seeme to be.

Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.

Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.

Being on sea saile, being on land settle. [Being on sea, sail; being on land, settle.]

Benefits please like flowers while they are fresh.

Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.

Better be a foole then a knave. [Better be a fool than a knave.]

Better good afarre off, then evill at hand. [Better good afar than evil at hand.]

Better spare to have of thine own, then aske of other men. [Better spare to have of thine own than ask of other men.]

Better speake truth rudely, then lye covertly.

Better suffer ill, then doe ill. [Better suffer ill, than do ill.]

Better to be blinde, then to see ill.

Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.

Brabling Curres never want torne eares.

Building and marrying of Children are great wasters.

Building is a sweet impoverishing.

Buy at a faire, but sell at home. [Buy at a fair, but sell at home.]

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.

Chuse a horse made, and a wife to make.

Chuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters.

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

Cities seldome change Religion only.

Citties are taken by the eares.

Civill Wars of France made a million of Atheists, and 30000 Witches.

Cloath thee in war, arme thee in peace.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire is not faire, but that which pleaseth.

Evils have their comfort, good none can support.

Everyone is a master and servant.

Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.

Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.

Every one fastens where there is gaine.