A Quote by George Herbert

He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head. — © George Herbert
He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.

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He that hath a trade hath an estate; and he that hath a calling hath a place of profit and honor. A ploughman on his legs is higher than a gentleman on his knees.
Let us look upon a crucified Christ, the remedy of all our miseries. His cross hath procured a crown, his passion hath expiated our transgression. His death hath disarmed the law, his blood hath washed a believer's soul. This death is the destruction of our enemies, the spring of our happiness, and the eternal testimony of divine love.
He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne. [He that hath a head of wax must not walk in the sun.]
The wise man hath his thoughts in his head; the fool, on his tongue.
He that hath money in his purse cannot want a head for his shoulders.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.
Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.
It is no small comfort that God hath written some Scriptures to you which He hath not to others. Read these, and think God is like a friend who sendeth a letter to a whole house and family, but who speaketh in His letter to some by name that are dearest to Him in the house.
Some glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in their wealth , some in their bodies' force , Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill; Some in their hawks and hounds , some in their horse ; And every humor hath his adjunct pleasure , Wherein it finds a joy above the rest .
A man is known by the books he reads, by the company he keeps, by the praise he gives, by his dress, by his tastes, by his distastes, by the stories he tells, by his gait, by the notion of his eye, by the look of his house, of his chamber; for nothing on earth is solitary but every thing hath affinities infinite.
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
He that riseth late, must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night.
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