An old Dog will learn no Tricks; If you trust before you try, You may repent before you die.
A Fool’s Bolt is soon shot; Birds of a Feather flock together; Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire.
Nothing venture, nothing have; Virtue which parleys is near a Surrender.
I talk of Chalk and you of Cheese; Charity begins at Home; Cut your Coat according to your Cloth; What can’t be cur’d must be endur’d.