He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can hurt.

Hee is a foole that thinks not that another thinks.

He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after.

Thursday come, and the week's gone.

Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.

If the husband be not at home, there is nobodie.