It's An Ill Wind That Blows No

One Good Turne Asketh Another.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

Half A Loaf Is Better Than None.

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

It Will Not Out Of The Flesh That Is Bred In The Bone.