It dawns none the sooner for all one’s early rising, [286]

It does not become the sparrow to mix in the dance of the cranes, [363]

It does not depend upon the dog when the horse shall die, [363]

It fares ill with the house when the distaff commands the sword, [209], [282]

It flows like a fountain from a broomstick, [325]

It goes ill in the house where the hen sings and the cock is silent, [260]

It grieveth one dog that the other goeth into the kitchen, [323]

It hangs upon a silken thread, [322]

It has been blowing hard—the dirt has been blown into high places, [362]

It is a bad game where nobody wins, [98]