What did George Herbert mean by: The life of man is a winter way. - George Herbert Pastor · England Copy
+ Modesty sets off one newly come to honour. Feraz Zeid, June 6, 2023December 12, 2023, George Herbert, Honour, Modesty, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ Of faire things, the Autumne is faire. Feraz Zeid, October 19, 2023December 26, 2023, George Herbert, God, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one Anvile. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Strikes, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ Ill vessels seldome miscarry. Feraz Zeid, October 31, 2023December 26, 2023, George Herbert, Ill, Vessel, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ The eye is bigger then the belly. [The eye is bigger than the belly.] Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Belly, Eye, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes. Feraz Zeid, June 25, 2023December 12, 2023, George Herbert, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time. - Frank Bolles Author
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
The Snow-drop, Winter’s timid child, Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears. - Mary Robinson Politician · Ireland
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights. - Mary Virginia Terhune
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
