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Eagles catch no flies.
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Idleness is the key of poverty.
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Paper won't blush.
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Weight and measure take away strife.
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To ask pears of an elm tree.
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A toiling dog comes halting home.
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To a full belly all meat is bad.
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Fair without, false within.
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Out of the peat-pot into the mire.
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In a long journey straw weighs.
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He loves me well that makes my belly swell.
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Sow thin and mow thin.
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Birds once snared fear all bushes.
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I know best where the shoe wrings me.
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Lovers' tiffs are harmless.
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As the pay, so the work.
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III weeds grow apace.
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Dead dogs bite not.
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The Wise head gives in.
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One mule scrubs another.
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