Quotes About George Herbert

Love is that liquor sweet and most divine, Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.

Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly strikingSometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.

For if I wimp my wing on thine. Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

As flames do work and wind when they ascend, So did I weave myself into the sense.