No Sooner Was The Wound Given Than

Do Nothing Till Thou Hast Well Considered The End Of It.

As If Men Did Not Die Fast Enough, They Are Ingenious At Finding Out Ways To Destroy One Another.

Man Takes A Great Deal Of Pains To Heap Up Riches, And They Are But Like Heaps Of Manure In The Furrows Of The Field, Good For Nothing Unless They Be Spread.

Prayer Is The Midwife Of Mercy, That Helps To Bring It Forth.

Shallows Where A Lamb Could Wade And Depths Where An Elephant Would Drown.