Every Thing New Is Fine.

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

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

War Makes Thieves And Peace Hangs Them.

Skill And Confidence Are An Unconquered Army.