No law for lying

No living man all things can

No lock will hold against the power of gold

No longer pipe, no longer dance

No love is foul, nor prison fair

No love like the first love

No man can be called happy before his death

No man can flay a stone

No man can serve two masters

No man can sup and blow together

No man fouls his hands in his own business

No man has a lease of his life

No man has ever yet thoroughly mastered the knowledge of himself

No man is a hero to his valet

No man is an island

No man is born wise and learned

No man is born wise or learned

No man is content with his lot

No man is infallible

No man is the worse for knowing the worst of himself

No man is wise at all times

No man knows when he shall die, although he knows he must die

No man loves his fetters, be they made of gold

No mill, no meal

No more bare than the shoemaker’s wife and the smith’s mare

No news (is) good news

No one but the wearer knows where the shoe pinches

No one is bound to do impossibilities

No one is fool always, every one some times

No one is rich enough to do without his neighbour

No one ought to be judge in his own cause

No one who is rich is made suddenly good

No pains, no gains

No path of flowers leads to glory

No penny, no paternoster

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