God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

The Fox, When Hee Cannot Reach The Grapes, Saies They Are Not Ripe.

God Gives His Wrath By Weight, And Without Weight His Mercy.

When Once Thy Foot Enters The Church, Be Bare. God Is More There Than Thou: For Thou Art There Only By His Permission. Then Beware, That Leads From Earth To Heaven.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.