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Index
Cover A Note on the Illustrations Title Page Copyright Information Contents Dedication Introduction
One for sorrow, two for joy Birds of a feather flock together Red sky at night One swallow doesn’t make a summer After a storm comes a calm March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb Better a wolf in the fold, than a fine February Dog days bright and clear The worse the passage the more welcome the port When the peacock loudly bawls There is no rose without a thorn A rolling stone gathers no moss Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink We never know the worth of water till the well runs dry The darkest hour is that before the dawn When the cat’s away the mice will play Make hay while the sun shines The pot calling the kettle black A burnt child dreads the fire Strike while the iron’s hot No man can serve two masters Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth They that dance must pay the fiddler There’s no smoke without fire Every dog has his day Don’t put all your eggs in one basket He that goes barefoot must not plant thorns Curiosity killed the cat There’s a black sheep in every flock Ladybird, ladybird fly away home Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb Mares’ tails and mackerel scales Many hands make light work Jack of all trades, master of none As you sow, so you shall reap Ne’er cast a clout till May be out One for the rook If a circle forms round the moon, ’twill rain or snow soon Sneeze on Monday If birds fly low, then rain we shall know Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched A leap year is never a good sheep year If you run after two hares you’ll catch neither He that plants a tree plants for posterity Fight fire with fire A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush Cold is the night, when the stars shine bright An apple a day keeps the doctor away The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Still waters run deep A stitch in time saves nine St Swithun’s day if thou dost rain Time and tide wait for no man Ash before oak Seagull, seagull, sit on the sand Beggars can’t be choosers Early to bed and early to rise Man cannot live by bread alone Frost on the shortest day bodes a bad winter When the wind is blowing in the north Mighty oaks from little acorns grow Don’t buy a pig in a poke The proof of the pudding is in the eating A rainbow in the eastern sky You never miss a slice from a cut loaf Hares may pull dead lions by the beard Barking dogs seldom bite Better an egg today than a hen tomorrow Where the mistress is the master, the parsley grows the faster It’s a bold mouse that nestles in the cat’s ear Many things grow in the garden that were never sown there When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out of the window Too many cooks spoil the broth Take the bit between your teeth Something old, something new Don’t go near the water until you’ve learnt to swim Sty, sty, leave my eye Lightning never strikes twice Cold hands, warm heart A watched pot never boils When clouds appear like rocks and towers If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride April showers bring May flowers The early bird catches the worm Putting the cart before the horse Trout jump high when a rain is nigh Curses, like chickens, come home to roost When bees to distance wing their flight It’s all grist to the mill Separate the sheep from the goats If the cock goes crowing to bed A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay Cut your coat according to your cloth Needs must when the devil drives You can’t teach an old dog new tricks Look before you leap What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander Don’t spoil the ship for a ha’porth of tar It’s no use crying over spilt milk There’s many a slip between cup and lip Crooked logs make straight fires It is ill prizing of green barley When the moon lies on her back Talk of the devil and he will appear Onion skins very thin Kill not the goose that lays the golden eggs Enough is as good as a feast A dripping June sets all in tune All cats are grey in the dark If February gives much snow
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