Hee that falles into the durt, the longer he stayes there, the fowler he is.
Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.
Wee leave more to do when wee dye, then wee have done.
Many things are lost for want of asking.
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.
Short boughs, long vintage.