God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Man Is All Symmetry, Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another.

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

Where Your Will Is Ready, Your Feet Are Light.

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.