Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity