Great Businesses Turne On A Little Pinne.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Let None Say, I Will Not Drinke Water.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.