Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.

Storms make the oak grow deeper roots.

That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.

Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the Altar.

Never had ill workeman good tooles.

Let anger's fire be slow to burn.