In a great River great fish are found, but take heede, lest you bee drowned.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).
Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.
Nothing lasts but the Church.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.