To Be Slow In Words Is A

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.