It takes bales of hundredweight because a fire of straw lasts little.
Where the heart sleeps is where you're bound to go at dawn.
A boil is fine as long as it's under someone else's arm.
When the wine is run out, you stop the leak.
A handful of motherwit is worth a bushel of learning.
It is not becoming to play the fox, or to play up on both sides.
Were there no fools, there would be no wise men.
It is prophet-drink.
Long absent, soon forgotten.
