Delay Always Heeds Danger.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

You Are A Devil At Everything, And There Is No Kind Of Thing In The 'versal World But What You Can Turn Your Hand Into.

God Exalts The Man Who Humbles Himself.

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

Tis A Dainty Thing To Command, Though 'twere But A Flock Of Sheep.