God's Mill Grinds Slow, But

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

There Are Three Waies, The Vniversities, The Sea, The Court.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.