For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell.
When the devil drives, needs must.
The wise man sayth, store is no sore.
A short horse is soone currid.
Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.
The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.
Might have gone further and have fared worse.
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
The happy man’s without a shirt.
Who is so deaf or so blind as is he that willfully will neither hear nor see?
There is no fyre without some smoke.
Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
It takes nine tailors to make a man.
A cat may look at a king.
None so blind as those who won’t see.
Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.
Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.
What is got over the devil’s back is spent under his belly.
Tell tales out of school.
What heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness?