Put Your Toong In Your Purse.

It's An Ill Wind That Blows No Good.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

Look Before You Leap.

So Many Heads So Many Wits.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.