God Provides For Him That Trusteth.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

A Good Digestion Turneth All To Health.