As you make your bed, so you must lie upon it.

A carpenter is known by his chips.

If two ride on a horse, one must ride behind.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Silence is a woman’s best garment.

A woman’s work is never done.

There is nothing new under the sun.

He lives long who lives well.

Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face.

It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

No penny, no paternoster.

There’s many a slip Itwixt cup and lip.

Young men may die, but old men must die.

Buy in the cheapest market and sell in the dearest.

He that cannot obey cannot command.

God sends meat, but the Devil sends cooks.

Fine feathers make fine birds.

A little pot is soon hot.

Poverty is no disgrace, but it’s a great inconvenience.

Turkey, heresy, hops, and beer came into England all in one year.

Lookers-on see most of the game.

The tongue always returns to the sore tooth.

Better to be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave.

A cat in gloves catches no mice.

If you don’t work you shan’t eat.

Near is my shirt, but nearer is my skin.

A slice off a cut loaf isn’t missed.

You can drive out nature with a pitchfork but she keeps on coming back.

The third time pays for all.

He that liveth in hope dances to an ill tune.

A drowning man will clutch at a straw.

It takes two to make a bargain.

One cannot love and be wise.

There’s no fool like an old fool.

A place for everything, and everything in its place.

Every man for himself and the Devil take the hindmost.

The age of miracles is past.

A grey mare is the better horse.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Long and lazy, little and loud; fat and fulsome, pretty and proud.

Poverty is not a crime.

Virtue is its own reward.

Money makes the mare to go.

The weakest go to the wall.

A deaf husband and a blind wife are always a happy couple.

A cat may look at a king.

If you gently touch a nettle it’ll sting you for your pains; grasp it like a lad of mettle, an’ as soft as silk remains.

Never choose your women or linen by candlelight.

Small choice in rotten apples.

You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.