The beggar may sing before a footpad
No song, no supper
Never too much of a good thing
Measure thrice and cut once
Iron fist in a velvet glove
If you want a thing well done, do it yourself
If you try to please all you will please none
If you throw mud enough, some of it will stick
If you dance you must pay the fiddler
If things were to be done twice all would be wise
He is not poor that has little, but he that desires much
Happiness takes no account of time
Don't whistle until you are out of the wood
All are not hunters that blow the horn
After a storm comes a calm
A rolling stone gathers no moss
A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder
A bad workman quarrels with his tools
It is the pace that kills
More haste, less speed
A close mouth catches no flies
One who makes no mistakes, makes nothing
If you laugh before breakfast you'll cry before supper
Shallow streams make most din
Empty vessels make the most sound
As the fool thinks, so the bell clinks
A creaking door hangs long on its hinges
A cracked bell can never sound well
Learn to say before you sing
A word spoken is past recalling
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice
Good words without deeds are rushes and reeds
Actions speak louder than words
Speech is silver but silence is gold
Mend or end
A change is as good as a rest
Nightingales will not sing in a cage
As the old cock crows, so does the young
A bird may be known by its song
The dogs bark, but the caravan goes on
An old dog barks not in vain
Every ass loves to hear himself bray