A Quote by George Herbert

The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing, and the liberall of a farthing sixe pence. [The miserable man maketh a penny of a farthing, and the liberal of a farthing sixpence.]
I write not for your farthing, but to try. How I your farthing writers, may outvie.
That penny farthing hell you call your mind
Beef also was difficult to be procured and exceedingly poor; the price nearly sixpence farthing per pound.
Virtue knows to a farthing what it has lost by not having been vice.
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.
I have never received a Farthing of Prize Money either for Artillery Ammunition or Vessels.
I should think myself a very bad woman, if I had done what I do for a farthing less.
Some men give as little light in the world as a farthing tallow candle, and when they expire, leave as bad an odor behind them.
Private property...is the creature of society and is subject to the calls of that society even to the last farthing.
I will tell you whom to vote for: We will vote for the principles of civil and religious liberty, the man who knows the most and who has the best heart and brain for a statesman; and we do not care a farthing whether he is a Whig, a Democrat, a Barnburner, a Republican, or a New Light or anything else.
Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.
Buy not what you want, but what you have need of; what you do not want is dear at a farthing.
The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.
How science dwindles, and how volumes swell, How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun!
Looks like he's lost a guinea and found a farthing," Horace said, then added, unnecessarily, "Will, I mean." Halt turned in his saddle to regard the younger man and raised an eyebrow. "I may be almost senile in your eyes, Horace, but there's no need to explain the blindly obvious to me. I'd hardly have thought you were referring to Tug.
'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.
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