Herbert Quotes

When you enter into a house, leave the anger ever at the doore.

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.

While the discreet advise, the foole doth his busines. [While the discreet advise, the fool doth his busines.]

Who doth his owne businesse, foules not his hands.

Who hastens a glutton choakes him.

Who hath a Wolfe for his mate, needes a Dog for his man.

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

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

Who hath no more bread then neede, must not keepe a dog.

Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes. [Who hath none to still him, may weep out his eyes.]

Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.

Who likes not the drinke, God deprives him of bread.

Who must account for himselfe and others, must know both.

Who paies the Physitian, does the cure.

Who praiseth Saint Peter, doth not blame Saint Paul.

Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.

Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.

Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.

Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion.

Willowes are weak, yet they bind other wood.

Wine ever paies for his loding.

Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke.

Wine-Counsels seldome prosper.

Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.

Wood halfe burnt is easily kindled. [Wood half-burnt is easily kindled.]

Working and making a fire doth discretion require.

You cannot flea a stone.

You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.

You cannot make the fire so low but it will get out.

You may be on land, yet not in a garden.

You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one Anvile.

Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.

Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timbered, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.

Money, thou bane of bliss, and source of woe, Whence cam'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? I know thy parentage is base and low: Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.

A snow year, a rich year.

How wide is all this long pretense! There is in love a sweetness ready penned, Copy out only that, and save expense.

As flames do work and wind when they ascend, So did I weave myself into the sense.

I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.

True beauty dwells on high: ours is a flame But borrowed thence to light us thither. Beauty and beauteous words should go together.

Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.

Reason and speech we onely bring.

Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.

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

He that needs five thousand pound to live, Is full as poor as he that needs but five.

Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?

Knowledge is but folly unless it is guided by grace.