George Herbert Les Quotations

He that mockes a cripple, ought to be whole.

He that hath little is the lesse durtie.

A little labour, much health.

A little given seasonably excuses a great gift.

A little and good fills the trencher.

A drunkards purse is a bottle.

He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.

He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife. [He can give little to his servant that licks his knife.]

Great businesses turne on a little pinne.

Good horses make short miles.

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.]

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Aske much to have a little.

Armour is light at table.

All keyes hang not on one girdle.

But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?

We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.

To speake of an Vsurer at the table marres the wine.

To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.

Though the Mastiffe be gentile, yet bite him not by the lippe.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can hurt.

The table robbes more then a thiefe.

The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony.

The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many. [The little cannot be great unless he devour many.]

The ignorant hath an Eagles wings, and an Owles eyes. [The ignorant hath an eagle's wings and an owl's eyes.]

The hole calls the thiefe. [The hole calls the thief.]

The great would have none great and the little all little.

The great put the little on the hooke.

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

That which sufficeth is not little.

Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled Enemy.

Spectacles are deaths Harquebuze. [Spectacles are death's arquebuse.]

Speake not of a dead man at the table.

Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

Little wealth, little care.

Little losses amaze, great tame.

Little dogs start the Hare, the great get her.

Litle stickes kindle the fire; great ones put it out.

If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.

If great men would have care of little ones, both would last long.

I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire. [I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heir.]

Hee that hath charge of soules transports them not in bundles.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.

No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a Chappell hard by.

God oft hath a great share in a little house.

Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

Great business turns on a little pin.

Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters deliver us to laws; they send us bound to rules of reason, holy messengers, pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, bibles laid open, millions of surprises, blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, the sound of glory ringing in our ears: without, our shame; within, our consciences; angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole array one cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.

Stay a little and news will find you.

If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!

Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.

The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.

Little pitchers have wide eares. [Little pitchers have wide ears.]

Every path hath a puddle.

The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.

All flesh is not venison.

When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, 'Let us,'said he,'pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which disperse' d lie, Contract into a span'.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.

The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope.