He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.
After the house is finisht, leave it.
When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.
He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.
Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.