George Wither Quotes

Night begins to muffle up the day.

Lastly, the ashes left behind,
May daily show to move the mind,
That to ashes and dust return we must:
Then think, and drink tobacco.

Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury 't in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry.

Little said is soonest mended.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,And therefore let 's be merry.