Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;[793:3]
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Retribution. (Sinngedichte.)
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Sin. (Sinngedichte.)