God Never Sends The Mouth But He

Better Is To Bow Than Break.

Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.]

It's An Ill Wind That Blows No Good.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.