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.
Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs.
Spare at the spigot, and let out the bung-hole.
Whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad.
There is reason in the roasting of eggs.
Talk of the Devil, and he is bound to appear.
Why buy a cow when milk is so cheap?
So many mists in March, so many frosts in May.
You buy land, you buy stones; you buy meat, you buy bones.
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.
You never miss the water till the well runs dry.