God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Give Loosers Leave To Talke.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

An Upbraided Morsell Never Choaked Any.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

If You Loose Your Time, You Cannot Get Mony Nor Gaine.