Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!