Hee that falles into the durt, the longer he stayes there, the fowler he is.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.
A civil guest Will no more talk all, than eat all the feast.
When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.
Dry feet, warme head, bring safe to bed.