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

Who will not keep a penny, shall never keep many

There’s many a slip between the cup and lip

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

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

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

Truth is a spectre that scares many

Too many commanders cause confusion in the ranks

Too many eskimos, too few seals

Too many cooks spoil the broth

The succes of the wicked tempts many to imitate them

The little cannot be great unless he devours many

The devil knows many things because he is old

So many servants, so many enemies

So many men, so many minds

So many countries, so many customs

So mamy men, so many minds [opinions]

So countries so many customs

Prosperity has many friends

Penny and penny laid up will be many

Many words will not fill a bushel

Many words hurt more than swords

Many wish but few will

Many things fall between the cup and the lip

Many small make a great

Many physicians have killed the king

Many men, many minds

Many kiss the hand they wish cut off

Many kiss the child for the nurse’s sake

Many kinsmen, few friends

Many hounds may soon worry one hare

Many have been ruined by buying good pennyworths

Many hands make light work

Many drops make a shower

Many drops make a flood

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