Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
Willowes are weak, yet they bind other wood.
Storms make oaks take deeper root.
The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.