The Tree That God Plants, No Winde

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.

Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of Birds.

Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another. [disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Draws Another.]

If Thou Thy Selfe Canst Doe It, Attend No Others Helpe Or Hand.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.