From the promise to the deed is a day’s journey.
From walking — something; from sitting — nothing.
Because of John hating St. John.
Go hunting for rabbits – be eaten by wolves.
Give me money to buy myself a purse to put my money in.
Bad weather gets better, a bad man never does.
Give me, mother, luck at my birth, then throw me if you will on the rubbish heap.
He who keeps his old clothes, gains new ones too.