The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.

Look before you leap.

It's no use closing the barn door after the horse is gone.

What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a nettle green (as th'emeraude) spread in a bed of roses like the ruby red. Between which two colors he thought, but his eye, The green nettle did the red rose beautify. "How be it," he asked the nettle, "what thing Made him so pert? So nigh the Rose to Spring.

One good turn asketh another.

When all candles be out, all cats be grey.

It hurts not the tongue to give faire words.