Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.
God gives his wrath by weight, and without weight his mercy.
He that is not in the warres is not out of danger.