Hit The Nail On The Head.

God Never Sends The Mouth But He Sendeth Meat.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.

Children Learne To Creepe Ere They Can Learne To Goe.

Pryde Will Have A Fall;for Pryde Goeth Before And Shame Commeth After.