Where there are many cocks crowing it never gets light.
He carries both yes and no in his pocket.
Three are powerful—the Pope, the king, and the man who has nothing.
Make me your steward for one year, and I shall be a rich man.
Never give a woman as much as she wants—unless it be of flax to spin.
All the seven deadly sins are feminine.
Lies have short legs.
With time and straw medlars get ripe.
Beware of fire, of water, of dogs, and of the man who speaks under his breath.
The poor man’s commandments are these—Thou shalt not eat meat on Friday, nor on Saturday, nor yet on Sunday.