Quotes
Quotes - Herbert
To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
Like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that and th' action fine.
A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
'T is angels' music.
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
Ready to pass to the American strand.
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords
If when the soul unto the lines accords.
Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?
Do well and right, and let the world sink.
His bark is worse than his bite.
After death the doctor.
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.
God's mill grinds slow, but sure.
The offender never pardons.
It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.
