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All goes down Gutter-lane; As Wise as a Man of Gotham; As good as George of Green; [woodcut: stout man drinks from mug, holds saussage with a fork]

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

One scabbed Sheep marrs a whole Flock; Tread on a Worm and it will turn.

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

Brag is a good Dog, but Holdfast is a better; The Belly has no Ears; [woodcut: mouse by house perhaps made from candle with snuffer]

He who has a mind to beat a Dog will easily find a Stick; Naught is never in Danger; Faint Heart never won fair Lady.

When the Steed’s stolen, shut the Stable Door.

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

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

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

Fast bind, fast find; Like Father like Son.

One Man had better steal a Horse than another look over the Hedge; [woodcut: highayman with hat and cape leads a horse]

Nothing venture, nothing have; Virtue which parleys is near a Surrender.

A Rolling Stone gathers no Moss; It is good to make Hay while the Sun shines.

After sweet Meat comes sour Sauce; [woodcut of stout man, seated, with bandaged foot]

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

Near is my Shirt, but Nearer is my Skin.

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.

A Burnt Child dreads the Fire

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

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