I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

If The Skies Fall, One May Hope To Catch Larks.

He That Has Patience May Compass Anything.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

Everything Comes In Time To Those Who Can Wait.