Wedding Is Destiny, And Hanging Likewise.

The Rolling Stone Never Gathereth Mosse.

It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth His Own Nest.

Fieldes Have Eies And Woods Have Eares.

The Moon Is Made Of A Green Cheese.

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.