A Quote by George Herbert

One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues. — © George Herbert
One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.

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A common language doesn't soothe dry tongues and thirsty throats.
The words that bore the deathless verse of Homer from bard to a group of fascinated hearers, and with whose fading sounds the poems passed beyond recall, are fixed on the printed page in a hundred tongues. They carry to a million eyes what once could reach but a hundred ears.
We've had enough of exhortations to be silent! Cry out with a hundred thousand tongues. I see that the world is rotten because of silence.
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.
Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.
Beauty drawes more then oxen.
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
If you have to dry the dishes (Such an awful boring chore) If you have to dry the dishes ('Stead of going to the store) If you have to dry the dishes And you drop one on the floor Maybe they won't let you Dry the dishes anymore
Citties are taken by the eares.
I try to write each piece in the language of the piece, so that I'm not using the same language from piece to piece. I may be using ten or twenty languages. That multiplicity of language and the use of words is African in tradition. And black writers have definitely taken that up and taken it in. It's like speaking in tongues. It may sound like gibberish to somebody, but you know it's a tongue of some kind. Black people have this. We have the ability as a race to speak in tongues, to dream in tongues, to love in tongues.
In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
I am really close friends with Roger Federer and also with Benoit Paire.
Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
The horse that drawes after him his halter, is not altogether escaped.
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