Red sky at night, sailors delight.
Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.

A penny for your thoughts.

Well, who do you think you are? the queen of England?

Sew your clothes upon your back, poverty you'll never lack.

I'll snatch you bald headed!

Even a cow knows its own stall.

Blacker than Zips ass.

That thing about singing before breakfast I think comes from old Puritan belief. We are here to suffer, and all that twaddle.