For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
If the mother had not beene in the oven, shee had never sought her daughter there.
Mend your clothes and you may hold out this year.
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.
Drought never brought dearth.