Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.

In Time Comes He Whom God Sends.

Take Heed Of Mad Folks In A Narrow Place.

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

Hee That Eats The Hard Shall Eate The Ripe.