If you strike my dog you'll strike myself.
A wet May and a dry June leaves the farmer whistling a merry tune.
Make hay while the sun shines.
An empty vessel makes most sound.
God's mill grinds slowly but surely.
Your pocket is your friend.
It's a bad wind that won't favour somebody.
Little said is easy mended.
No gains without pains.
It's too late to spare when all is spent.
Never like the book by the cover.
A little pot is soon hot.
He that bathes in May will soon be laid in the clay.
He that bathes in June will sing a merry tune.
He that bathes in July will dance like a fly.
Better late than never.