Hee That Knowes What May Bee Gained

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

In A Long Journey Straw Waighs.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

That Which Two Will, Takes Effect.