Trust no friend with that you need fear him if he were your enemy. George Herbert More Quotes by George Herbert More Quotes From George Herbert My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial. George Herbert houseart Look not for musk in a dog's kennel. George Herbert muskdoglooks Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die. George Herbert eyerootssweet To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure. George Herbert sheepwindgiving God sends cold according to clothes. George Herbert coldclothes Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived. George Herbert sorrowgriefsoul I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just. George Herbert wishtreebird He that makes a good war makes a good peace. George Herbert good-warwar God sends a curst cow short horns. George Herbert hornscows Who goes to bed, and doth not pray, Maketh two nights to every day! George Herbert prayernighttwo To a boiling pot flies come not. George Herbert boilingpot A broken Altar, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears. George Herbert tearsbrokenheart I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it. George Herbert pleasuresweetway Music helps not the toothache. George Herbert toothachehelping All truths are not to be told. George Herbert truth Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Praying's the end of preaching. George Herbert endsprayingprayer Words and feathers the wind carries away. George Herbert carriefeatherswind He that is drunken * * * Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill Did with his liquor slide into his veins. George Herbert veinsslideskind Avoid,Profaneness; come not here: Nothing but holy, pure, and clear, Or that which groaneth to be so, May at his peril further go. George Herbert perilholymay If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains. George Herbert paindeedsjoy
