Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Who Is The Honest Man? He That Doth Still And Strongly Good Pursue To God, His Neighbor, And Himself Most True: Whom Neither Force Nor Fawning Can Unpin, Or Wrench From Giving All Their Due.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

A Rugged Stone Growes Smooth From Hand To Hand.