You buy land, you buy stones; you buy meat, you buy bones.
Talk of the Devil, and he is bound to appear.
There is reason in the roasting of eggs.
When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out of the window.
Whosoever draws his sword against the prince must throw the scabbard away.
So many mists in March, so many frosts in May.
A swarm in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon; but a swarm in July is not worth a fly.
You never miss the water till the well runs dry.
Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs.
Why buy a cow when milk is so cheap?
Whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad.
Spare at the spigot, and let out the bung-hole.