God's Mill Grinds Slow, But

Every One Hath A Foole In His Sleeve.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must Seeth.

Wine Is A Turne-coate (first A Friend, Then An Enemy). [wine Is A Turncoat, First A Friend, Then An Enemy.]