God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes error a fault, and truth discourtesy.