The Rolling Stone Never Gathereth Mosse.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

One Swallow Maketh Not Summer.

Look Before You Leap.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

When All Candles Be Out, All Cats Be Grey.