When War Begins, Then Hell Openeth.

He That Trusts In A Lie, Shall Perish In Truth.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

A Scab'd Horse Cannot Abide The Comb.