Little fish are sweet
A gift with a kind face is double grace
Hunger drives the wolf out of the wood
Sweep the house with broom in may you sweep the head of the house away
Help you to salt help you to sorrow
If you don’t know ask
Empty sacks will never stand upright
Better an open enemy than a false friend
Little things please little minds
Nothing succeeds like success
Poor men seek meat for their stomach rich men stomach for their meat
Everything has its proper time and place
Hope is the poor man’s bread
Opportunity makes a thief
Wealth is not his who gets it but his who enjoys it
Every man to his taste
Ne’er cast a clout till may be out
Good men are scarce
The more you have the more you want
While there’s life there’s hope
Let them that be cold blow at the coal
There is no disputing about tastes
He that all men will please shall never find ease
Adam’s ale is the best brew
The end crowns the work
To a grateful man give money when he asks
You never know what you can do till you try
A crow is never the whiter for washing itself often
Gifts blind the eyes