When the devil drives, needs must.

The moon is made of a green cheese.

A woman hath nine lives like a cat.

Don't put the cart before the horse.

There is no fyre without some smoke.

It takes nine tailors to make a man.

It's an ill wind that blows no good.

Better is half a loaf than no bread.

None so blind as those who won't see.

The wise man sayth, store is no sore.

A hard beginnyng makth a good endyng.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Cut your coat according to your cloth.

A hard beginning maketh a good ending.

Of a good beginning cometh a good end.

The still sowe eats up all the draffe.

And death makes equal the high and low.

To give importance to trifling matters.

Three may keep counsel, if two be away.

Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.

The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.

Feed by measure, and defy the physician.

Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise.

An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.

I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.

Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.

I know on which side my bread is buttered.

When all candles be out, all cats be grey.

If nothing is ventured, nothing is gained.

Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.

He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.

The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.

It hurts not the tongue to give faire words.

It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.

Went in at the one ear and out at the other.

Thrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.

While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.

For when I gave you an inch, you took an ell.

It is good the have a hatch before the durre.

Might have gone further and have fared worse.

It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.

God never sends the mouth but he sendeth meat.

Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?

The nearer to the church, the further from God.

Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.

No man loveth his fetters, be they made of gold.

It is a poor dog that is not worth the whistling

Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.

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