George Herbert Sweet Quotations

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Building is a sweet impoverishing.

I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it.

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.

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

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

The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights. [Sweet discourse makes short days and nights.]

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky...