Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head

Man Proposeth, God Disposeth.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.

Let All Live As They Would Die.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.