Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
Good workmen are seldom rich.
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.
You cannot make a windmill go with a pair of bellows.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
Every day brings his bread with it.