A Vaunter and a Lyar is both one thing.
A dum man wan never land.
And old hound bytes fair.
A sloathfull man is a Beggers brother.
As soon comes the Lamb-skin to the market as the old Sheeps.
At open doors Dogs come in.
An hungry man sees far.
All is not tint that is in peril.
As the Sow fills the Draff fowres.
A good asker should have a good nay-say.