One Good Turn Asketh Another.

Much Water Goeth By The Millthat The Miller Knoweth Not Of.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.