What the sow does the little pigs must pay for.
With much pounding the stockfish becomes tender.
No man sees his own hump-back.
’Tis an ill water, said the horse, for he could not swim.
’Tis an ill morsel that chokes one.
Let them pump who are cold, I have my coat on.[[32]]
All that come of cats will go mewing.
Let the plover peck, I have the eggs in my hat.
Though the ape should wear a golden ring, yet he is an ugly thing.
He who has a fine cat should bring no furrier into his house.