A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush A bird in the hand is worth ten fleeing A blithe heart makes a blooming visage A car on the road is worth two in the ditch A cheerful chap may live long and still die young A choice plant may grow in a cracked pot A contented mind is a continual feast A cracks maun be trew,d A creaking gate hangs a long time A crookit stick has a crookit shadow A dowg winna howl If ye fell him wi a bone A drop of good stuff And a snug social party To spend a dull evening Gay social and hearty A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind, But I wonder if the Poet would change his mind, If in a crowd one day he were to find, A fellow feeling in his coat behind. A fool or so from any quarter, May lead a horse or so to water, But 20 men can`t make him drink A full purse never lacks friends A gentle reminder A good cause makes a strong arm A good heart's worth gold (Shakespeare) A good home is better than riches A good laugh is sunshine in the house A good name is better than riches A good name keeps its lustre in the dark A greedy e'e ne'er got a guid pennyworth A guid tale can be twice tauld A hair on the head is worth two on the brush A Hair on the head is worth two on the chin A hedge between friends keeps friendship green A hungry man`s an angry man A kindness is never lost A kindness today is worth six in the future A little explained, a little endured, A little forgiven and the quarrel is cured A magpie can talk for a terrible span An soa, an all, can a Yorkshireman A man may travel thro' the world And sow it thick with friendship A man made up in himself makes a small parcel A man that can`t make a mistake can`t make anything A many a word at random spoken, Can wound or heal a heart that`s broken A match for any man A merry heart goes a long way A merry heart goes all the day A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, if they have nothing else to grind they must themselves be ground A necessity of life ( on a salt pot ) A passage perilous maketh a port pleasant A pipe lets take, For old times sake A place fort Ashes A place for Hat pins A place for everything and everything in it`s place A place for Pins A pound of pluck is worth a load of luck A present from Torquay, Straight from the Cow A reekie house and a guirnin wife, Will lead a man a fashious life A rich mans companion A poor mans friend (Tobacco Jar) A rolling stone gathers no moss A safe conscience makes a sound sleep A saucepan though I be The fires not meant for me And as I'm no use as I am Come fill me up with jam A smile for every day Makes sunshine all the year A son is a son 'til he takes him a wife But a daughter's a daughter all of her life A still tongue makes a wise head A stitch in time saves nine A thing has an end and a pudding has twa A thing of beauty is a joy forever A turn well done is soon done A winner never shirks and a shirker never wins A wet sheet, a flowing sail, And a mind that`s blowing free A womans face may be a chemist`s fortune A Woman is only a Woman But a good Cigar is a smoke A word frae ye`s neist tae a word wi`ye Actions speak louder than words Tis deeds alone will win the prize Adventures are to the Adventurous All that glitters is not gold All that's mirthful glad and gay Make for you a happy Xmas day All the best poets visited The Lake District. So did I, In Coronation Year. 1937 All things must yield to Industry and Time, None cease to rise but those who cease to climb Always help a lame dog over a stile Any time means no time April showers Bring forth flowers As a tree falls so shall it lie, As a man lives so shall he die aisy on the jam As I was going to St Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits, Kits, cats sacks and wives, How many were going to St Ives ? As Pan bro't music form his vocal reed Let us seek concord in the fragrant weed as wee'l sune as syne At a great pennyworth pause a while At all times and everywhere he gave his strength to the weak his substance to the poor his sympathy to the suffering his heart to God Ave another go if ee don't do it furst time Awen dysg Goell awen?
Barking dogs do not bite Bathes Original Devonshire Violets Be a little deaf and blind Happiness you`ll always find Be aizy wit tha butter Be aisy with the craim Be aisy with the jam Be aisy with tha junket Be aisy with tha sugar Be always as merry as you can, For few will delight in a sorrowful man Be canny with the butter it's not so cheap Be canny with the cream Be canny with the honey Be canny with the salt Be canny with the sugar Be careful with fire Is good advice we know But be careful with words Is ten times doubly so Be easy with the cheese. Eat well of the bread Be happy while your living, For you`re a long time dead Be just and fear not Heaven helps those who help themselves Be kynde always to those of low estate And try ye man of Ross to imitate Be like a sundial, count only the sunny hours Be mine this message glad to bear Be yours the season's joys to share Let the world slide, Let the world go A fig for care and a fig for woe Be not weary in well doing Be slow to promise But quick to perform Be strong, Be good, Be pure, The right only shall endure Be sure you have the water hot When you use this shaving pot Be the day weary or be the day long, At last it ringeth to evensong Be to others kind and true. As you'd have others be to you Be your own most useful friend Cease on others to depend Bearded or shaven, Wit comes from heaven Believe not all you hear And tell not all you believe Beneath the sunlit sky Dewy shamrocks sparkling lie Strewn along the pathway bright Gladdened by created light Better be out of the world than out of fashion Better be thrang ner dewin nowt Better do one thing Than dream all things Better to have bad luck than no luck Better to sit still than to rise to fall Better to smoke here than hereafter Better wait on the cook than the doctor Better wear shoon than sheets Better work wisely than work hard Blessed are the drowsy For they shall soon drop off Blot out my faults But not my memory Blot out my past But not my memory Bon Jour ! Bread - Cut and come again Break me not or you'll rue your loss? I come from the House of the Man of Ross Brevity is the soul of wit (Shakespeare) Britannia mourns her heroes now at rest, Each of them doing their Country`s work ( Boer war ) Bryght be the stars on the eve of St.John Luckie the babe that is born there-on Bustle is not industry Busy curious thristy fly. Drink with me and drink as I
Buttercups and daisies Fairest of field flowers Coming in the springtime To deck the earth of ours
Bwythyn Cymreig By and by is the path that leads to never By my shape you can see I`m a dustpan, Don`t use me for such if you please, Butter pehaps maybe more in my line, And I`m sure I`m quite suited for cheese By timely resistance The greatest evils may be overcome
Careful with fire is good advice we know Careful with words is doubly so Ca`yer ain girr ne`er heed yer neebors Chosen leaf, of Bard and chief, Old Erin`s native shamrock Cider doth stir up the mind And awakes a desire to eat Come an' zee us in the zummer Come fill me full with liquors sweet, For that is good when friends do meet, But pray take care don`t let me fall, Lest you lose your liquor, jug and all Come fill the cup that clears Today of past regrets and future fears Come my old friends and take a pot, But mark now what I say, When thou drinkest thy neighbour`s health, Drink not thine own away 1822 or 1778 Come what come may Time and the hour runs through the roughest day Comfort is better than pride Conduct hath the loudest tongue contented wi little an cantie wi mair Contentment is a constant feast Contrivance is better than force Cornish pasty puzzle Find the meat Crochan Cymreig Cymru am Byth Cultivate only good habits Cum me artiez 'elp yerzels