Fine feathers make fine birds
No flying from fate
Give me health and take my wealth
The proof of the pudding is in the eating
Call a spade a spade
Charity misplaced is inequity
If saint paul’s day be fair and clear it will betide a happy year
All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
The tailor makes the man
From the sweetest wine the tartest vinegar
He who mocks shall be mocked
Do not cry before you’re hurt
Let the buyer beware
The nearer the bone the sweeter the meat
One story is good till another is told
If two ride on a horse one must ride behind
Idleness is the root of all evil
Let the cobbler stick to his last
Those who play at bowls must look out for rubbers
The busiest men have the most leisure
None but the brave deserve the fair
A clear conscience fears not false accusations
Ill news travels fast
While the grass grows the steed starves
The sooner begun the sooner done
Everything comes to him who waits
Pleasures of the mighty are the tears of the poor
Busiest men find the most time
Cast no dirt in the well that gives you water