Life is half spent before we know what it is.
George HerbertLiving well is the best revenge.
George HerbertThe shortest answer is doing.
George HerbertStorms make oaks take deeper root.
George HerbertThe best mirror is an old friend.
George HerbertMots clés friendship
Woe be to him that reads but one book.
George HerbertHave I no harvest but a thorn
To let me bloud, and not restore
What I have lost with cordiall fruit?
Sure there was wine
Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn
Before my tears did drown it.
Is the yeare onely lost to me?
Have I no bayes to crown it?
No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
All wasted?
Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.
Recover all thy sigh-blown age
On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands,
Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
Mots clés community
Man is no star, but a quick coal
Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control
A faint desire,
Mots clés poetry man star desire
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
George HerbertMots clés inspirational love
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