The First Dish Pleaseth All.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.

It's More Paine To Doe Nothing Then Something.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

He That Makes A Good War Makes A Good Peace.