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

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

Time and tide wait for no man

Through obedience learn to command

You must not judge a man by his coat

You cannot rightly call the very rich man happy

Wood in wilderness, moss in a mountain, and wit in a por man’s breast, are little thought of

Words show the wit of man, but actions his meaning

Woeful is the household that wants a woman

Woman is the confusion of man

Woman’s place is in the home

Woman’s sword is her tongue, and she does not let it rust

Wine and wealth change wise men’s manners

Who will not keep a penny, shall never keep many

Three things drive a man out of his house: smoke, rain, and a scolding wife

There’s many a slip between the cup and lip

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

Where every man is a master the world goes mad

When in Rome do as Romans do

When a man is going down-hill, everyone will give him a push

What an insignificant creature is man

What a man says drunk, he thinks sober

Use three physicians still: first, Dr Quiet, next, Merryman, and Dr Diet

Two [many] hands [wits] are better than one

Truth is a spectre that scares many

Trust not a woman when she weeps

Today a man, tomorrow none

Too many commanders cause confusion in the ranks

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Too many eskimos, too few seals

To-day a man, to-morrow a mouse

To measure another man’s foot by one’s own last

To give a man a Roland for his Oliver

To err is human, to forgive divine

To err is human

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