Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
They think too little who talk too much.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.