The More Haste, The Less Speed.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

A Short Horse Is Soone Currid.

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.

There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See. The Most Deluded People Are Those Who Choose To Ignore What They Already Know.