The ox spoke and said “Moo,” [223]
The ox that tossed me threw me into a good place, [216], [270]
The ox without a bell is soon lost, [216]
The pan says to the pot, Keep off, or you’ll smutch me, [106]
The paunch warm, the foot sleepy, [204]
The people’s voice, God’s voice, [64], [132], [140], [174]
The pike grows big on small fry, [370]
The pitcher goes so often to the well that it gets broken at last, [58], [139], [305], [383]
The pitcher goes so often to the well that it leaves its handle or its mouth, [131], [208], [258], [271]
The point of the thorn is small, but he who has felt it does not forget it, [97]