All the Keys of the Countrey hangs not at one Belt.
Of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
He that takes all his geir fra himself, and gives it to his bairns, it were weil ward to take a mell and knock out his hairns.
Better no ring, nor the ring of a rash.
Take time while time is, for time will away.
Cast not forth the old water while the new come in.
Lucke and bone voyage.
At open doors Dogs come in.
A good yeoman makes a good woman.
They laugh ay that wins.