One Swallow Never Makes A Summer.

When All Candles Be Out, All Cats Be Grey.

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

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.

It's No Use Closing The Barn Door After The Horse Is Gone.