Much water goeth by the millThat the miller knoweth not of.
The moon is made of a green cheese.
So many heads so many wits.
Many handis make light warke.
No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.
Make hay while the sun shines.
When all candles be out, all cats be grey.
Hit the nail on the head.
It’s an ill wind that blows no good.
Who waiteth for dead man’s shoes will go long barefoot.
The nearer to the church, the further from God.
Children and fooles cannot lye.
Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
Burnt child fire dredth.
But in deede, A friend is never knowne till a man have neede.
The grey mare is the better horse.
While the grass groweth the horse starveth.