It's Not Good Fishing Before The Net.

God Strikes With His Finger, And Not With All His Arm.

He Who Has The Pepper May Season As He Lists.

The Faulty Stands On His Guard.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.