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He makes a Rod for his own Breech.

’Tis too late to spare when all is spent; One Swallow does not make Summer.

The more Haste the worse Speed; When the Sky falls we shall catch Larks.

A scan of blank paper for use in backgrounds (public domain)

To buy a Pig in a poke; Robin Hood’s Pennyworths; He looks one way and rows another.

It’s neither Rhime nor Reason; What is got over the Devil’s Back will be spent under his Belly.

Sue a Beggar and catch a Louse; Many Hands make Light Work; [woodcut: well-dressed man scratches his head standing near a beggar with outstretched hat]

Give a Man Luck and throw him into the Sea; Money makes the Mare to go; Much falls between the Cup and the Lip.

Better play at small Game than stand out; Give him a Rowland for his Oliver.

Hungry Dogs will eat dirty Pudding; He that would live at Peace and Rest, Must hear and see, and say the Best.

Harm watch, Harm catch; It is a good Horse that never stumbles.

Fat Paunches make Lean Pates.

Little Pitchers have great Ears; Many talk of Robin Hood who never shot in his Bow.

Need makes the old Wife trot; [woodcut: barefoot old woman hitches up skirts to cross a stream]

Give him a Rowland for his Oliver; Penny Wise, and Pound Foolish; He that Reckons without his Host must reckon again.

A Burnt Child dreads the Fire

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.

Save a Thief from Hanging, and he’ll cut your Throat; Jack will never make a Gentleman.

A Fool’s Bolt is soon shot; Birds of a Feather flock together; Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire.

As you brew so you shall bake; Every bean has its Black; it is an ill wind that blows no body good

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