When war begins, then hell openeth.
Promising is the eve of giving.
In a long journey straw waighs.
Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.
Pursue not a victory too far. He hath conquered well that hath made his enemy fly; thou mayest beat him to a desperate resistance, which may ruin thee.
To a gratefull man give mony when he askes.