It’s neither Rhime nor Reason; What is got over the Devil’s Back will be spent under his Belly.
A Rolling Stone gathers no Moss; It is good to make Hay while the Sun shines.
An old Dog will learn no Tricks; If you trust before you try, You may repent before you die.
Curs’d Cows have short Horns; Much falls between the Cup and the Lip. No longer pipe no longer dance.