George Herbert Quotes

He that makes a good war makes a good peace.

God’s mill grinds slow, but sure.

Throw away thy rod, Throw away thy wrath: O my God, Take the gentle path.

Farewell, sweet phrases, lovely metaphors: But will ye leave me thus? when ye before Of stews and brothels only knew the doors, Then did I wash you with my tears, and more, Brought you to church well-dressed and clad: My God must have my best, even all I had.

Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.

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’.