Thirst is the end of drinking and sorrow is the end of drunkenness. |
Time and Patience would bring the snail to Jerusalem. |
To every cow its calf; to every book its copy. |
To the fighting man peace is sure. |
To the raven her own chick is white. |
Twenty years a child; twenty years running wild; twenty years a mature man /and after that, praying. |
Two thirds of the work is the semblance. |
Walk straight, my son - as the old crab said to the young crab. |
Watching is a part of good play. |
We do not know the value of water until we go dry |
What butter and whiskey will not cure there's no cure for. |
What fills they fills the heart. |
What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for. |
What will come from the briar but the berry. |
What would a young cat do but eat mice? |