God's mill grinds slow, but sure.
Though you see a Church-man ill, yet continue in the Church still.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.
Lend only what you can afford to lose.
There needs a long time to know the worlds pulse.