Wedding Is Destiny, And Hanging Likewise.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

When The Steede Is Stolne, Shut The Stable Durre.

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

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.