Never speak ill of the bread

Never speak  ill of the bed.
Never make hills out of bread
Last Inn,  test route
All’s hell but tend well.
He was so   light they sent him to Marrow and Seaton simultaneously to study depraved atoms and real activity.
Never come between  man and knife
Always put the kettle on before you go to work,
It was an ill wind that razed that wood.
Never speak well  until fed.
Pack all your  foibles  in a tall wet rag