A Hard Beginning Maketh A Good Ending.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

One Swallow Maketh Not Summer.

It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth His Own Nest.

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.