There’s one law for the rich, and another for the poor

There’s no smoke without fire

There’s no fool like an old fool

There’s no cure for sorrow but to put it underfoot

There’s many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip

There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle

There’s many a good cock come out of a tattered bag

There’s is room for only one at the top

There would be no great ones if there were no little ones

Where your will is ready, your feet are light

Wheresever carcarss is, there will the eagles be gathered together

While there is life there is hope

Where one door shuts another opens

Where the hedge is lowest, men may soonest over

Where the river is deepest it runs quietest

Where there are reeds, there is water

There’s only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it

There’s no use crying over spilt milk

There’s no place like home

There’s no fence against ill fortune

There’s method in his madness

There’s no accounting for taste

There’s many a slip between the cup and lip

Where there is a will there is a way

Where there is no honour, there is no grief

Where there is peace, God is

Where there is whispering there is lying

Where there is smoke there is fire

Where there’s a will, there’s a way

Where there’s life there’s hope

Where there’s smoke there’s fire

Where vice is, vengenance follows

Where we least think there goes the hare away

Where wealth is established it is difficult for friendship to find a place

Where every man is a master the world goes mad

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