The eye of a friend is a good looking-glass.
’Tis the fool has luck.
What the Pookha writes, he himself can read.
A blind man can see his mouth.
To die and to lose one’s life are much the same.
Don’t leave a tailor’s remnant behind you.
’Tis a wedge of itself that splits the oak.
The three sharpest things at all—a thorn in mire, a hound’s tooth, and a fool’s retort.
When it goes hard with the old hag, she must run.
The jewel most rare is the jewel most fair.