Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

Storms Make The Oak Grow Deeper Roots.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.