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A bird
in the hand is worth two in the bush |
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A bird
in the hand is worth ten fleeing |
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A car on
the road is worth two in the ditch |
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A
cheerful chap may live long and still die young |
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A choice
plant may grow in a cracked pot |
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A
contented mind is a continual feast |
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A cracks
maun be trew,d |
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A
creaking gate hangs a long time |
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A
crookit stick has a crookit shadow |
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A dowg
winna howl
If ye fell him wi a bone |
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A drop
of good stuff
And a snug social party
To spend a dull evening
Gay social and hearty |
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Adventures are to the adventurous |
A fellow feeling
makes us wondrous Kind
But I wonder if the poet would change his mind
If in a crowd one day he were to find
A fellow feeling in his coat behind |
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A fool
or so from any quarter,
May lead a horse or so to water,
But 20 men can't make him drink |
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A full
purse never lacks friends |
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A gentle
reminder |
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A good cause
makes a strong arm |
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A good
heart's worth gold (Shakespeare) |
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A
good home is better than riches |
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A good laugh is
sunshine in the house |
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A good
name is better than riches |
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A good
name keeps its lustre in the dark |
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A greedy
e'e ne'er got a guid pennyworth |
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A guid
tale can be twice tauld |
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A hair
on the head is worth two on the brush |
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A hair
on the head is worth two on the chin |
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A hedge
between friends keeps friendship green |
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A hungry
man’s an angry man |
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Aisy
on the jam |
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A
kindness is never lost |
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A
kindness today is worth six in the future |
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A little
explained, a little endured, |
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A little
forgiven and the quarrel is cured |
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A magpie
can talk for a terrible span
An soa, an all, can a Yorkshireman |
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A man
made up in himself makes a small parcel |
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A man
may travel thro' the world
And sow it thick with friendship |
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A man
that can’t make a mistake can’t make anything |
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A many a
word at random spoken,
Can wound or heal a heart that’s broken |
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A match
for any man |
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A merry
heart goes a long way |
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A merry
heart goes all the day |
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A
millstone and the human heart are driven ever round,
if
they have nothing else to grind they must themselves be ground. |
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A
necessity of life ( on a salt pot ) |
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Anytime
means no time |
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A
passage perilous maketh a port pleasant |
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A pipe
lets take,
For old times sake |
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A
pla(i)ce for ashes |
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A place
for Hat Pins |
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A place
for everything and everything in it’s place |
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A pound
of pluck is worth a load of luck |
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A reekie
house and a guirnin wife,
Will lead a man a fashious life |
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A rich
mans companion
A poor mans friend (Tobacco Jar) |
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A
rolling stone gathers no moss |
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A safe
conscience makes a sound sleep |
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A
saucepan though I be
The fires not meant for me
And as I'm no use as I am
Come fill me up with jam |
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A smile
for every day
Makes sunshine all the year |
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A son is
a son 'til he takes him a wife
But a daughter's a daughter all of her life |
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A still
tongue makes a wise head |
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A stitch
in time saves nine |
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A thing
has an end and a pudding has twa |
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A thing
of beauty is a joy forever |
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A turn well done
is soon done |
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A wet
sheet, a flowing sail,
And a mind that’s blowing free |
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A winner never shirks and a shirker
never wins |
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A
woman’s face may be a chemist’s fortune |
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A Woman
is only a Woman
But a good Cigar is a smoke |
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A word
frae ye’s neist tae a word wi’ye |
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Actions
speak louder than words
Tis deeds alone will win the prize |
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All
things must yield to Industry and Time,
None cease to rise but those who cease to climb |
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Always
help a lame dog over a stile
Any time means no time
April showers Bring forth flowers
As a tree falls so shall it lie,
As a man lives so shall he die |
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As I was
going to St Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits,
Kits, cats sacks and wives,
How many were going to St Ives ? |
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As Pan
bro't music form his vocal reed
Let us seek concord in the fragrant weed |
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As
wee’l sune as syne’ |
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Ave
another go if ee don't do it furst time
Awen dysg Goell awen? |
A fellow feeling
makes us wondrous kind,
But I wonder if the Poet would change his mind, If in a crowd one day
he were to find,
A fellow feeling in his coat behind. |
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A
pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck |
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A Present from
Torquay. Straight from the Cow |
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Actions speak louder
than words |
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All that
glitters is not gold |
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All that’s mirthful
glad and gay Make for you a happy Xmas day |
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All the best poets
visited The Lake District. So did I. In Coronation Year. 1937 |
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At a
great pennyworth pause a while |
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At all times and
everywhere he gave his strength to the weak his substance to the poor
his sympathy to the suffering his heart to God. |
