When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

When The Steede Is Stolne, Shut The Stable Durre.

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

Hee Must Have A Long Spoone, Shall Eat With The Devill.

It Had Need To Bee A Wylie Mouse That Should Breed In The Cats Eare.

One Good Turn Asketh Another.