One good Turn deserves another; He steals a Goose, and gives the Giblets in Alms.
Little Pitchers have great Ears; Many talk of Robin Hood who never shot in his Bow.
As you brew so you shall bake; Every bean has its Black; it is an ill wind that blows no body good
It’s neither Rhime nor Reason; What is got over the Devil’s Back will be spent under his Belly.