Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.

There would be no great ones, if there were no little ones.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

If you must flie, flie well.

Short boughs, long vintage.

Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.

Take the gentle path.