The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.