There's many a thing which they - Whose coats are tattered never dare to say
There's nothing costs a man less than his son
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live
This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.
Travelers with naught sing in the robber's face
Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, can match the fierce, the unutterable pain, he feels, who night and day, devoid of rest, carries his own accuser in his breast
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.