So many mists in March, so many frosts in May.

Whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad.

You buy land, you buy stones; you buy meat, you buy bones.

Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs.

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.

Why buy a cow when milk is so cheap?

There is reason in the roasting of eggs.

Spare at the spigot, and let out the bung-hole.