Herbert Quotes

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.

One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.

One slumber finds another.

One stroke fells not an oke.

Our owne actions are our security, not others judgements.

Pardon all but thy selfe. [Pardon all but thyself.]

Parsons are soules waggoners.

Pension never inriched young man. [Pension never enriched a young man.]

Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.

Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the market.

Power seldome grows old at Court.

Praise a hill, but keepe below.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.

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

Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.

Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.

Princes are venison in Heaven.

Promising is the eve of giving.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

Quick beleevers neede broad shoulders.

Ready mony is a ready Medicine.

Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle. [Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]

Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.

Fooles bite one another, but wise-men agree together.

Fooles give to please all but their owne.

Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.

For a morning raine leave not your journey. [For a morning rain leave not your journey.]

For the same man to be an heretick and a good subject, is incompossible.

For washing his hands, none sels his lands.

Forbeare not sowing because of birds.

Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

From a chollerick man withdraw a little; from him that saies nothing, for ever. [From a choleric man withdraw a little; from him that says nothing, for ever.]

Gamsters and race-horses never last long.

Give loosers leave to talke.

Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.

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

God comes to see without a bell.

God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.

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

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