Feather by feather the goose is plucked, [72]
Feet accustomed to go cannot be still, [291]
Feet that are used to move cannot remain quiet, [240]
Feign death and the bull will leave you, [278]
Few have luck, all have death, [367]
Few women turn grey because their husbands die, [367]
Fie upon a cloak in fair weather, [18]
“Fie upon thee, how black thou art!” said the kettle to the sauce pan, [369]
Fine and fine make but a slender doublet, [18]
Fine birds are commonly plucked, [19]