The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name.
He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.
If you walk on snow you cannot hide your footprints.
Hee is a foole that thinks not that another thinks.
Anothers bread costs deare.
To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.