An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man

Prove Your Friend Ere You Have Need, But In Deed A Friend Is Never Known Till A Man Have Need.

Much Water Goeth By The Millthat The Miller Knoweth Not Of.

Don't Put The Cart Before The Horse.

Men Say, Kinde Will Creepe Where It May Not Goe.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.