Old Saws in Rhyme.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 858, 10 August 1888, Page 4

Old Saws in Rhyme.

Action speaks louder than words ever do ; Yon can’t eat your cake and hold on to it, too. When the cat is away, then the little mice play ; Where there is a will there is always a way. One’s deep in the mud as ilio other in mire ; Don’t jump from the frying-pan into tho fire. There’s no use crying o'er milk that is spilt, No accuser is needed by conscience of guilt. There mu3t be some five wherever is smoko ; The pitcher goes oft to the well till it’s broke. By rogues falling out honest men get tkoir duo ; Whoever it fits he must put ou the shoe. All work and no play will make Jack a dull boy ; A thing of much beauty is ever a joy. A half loaf is better than no bread at all; And pride always goeth before a sad fall. Fast hind and fast find, have two strings to your how ; Contentment is better than riches, we know. The Devil finds work for hands idle to do ; A miss is as good a 3 a mile is to you. You speak of tho Devil he’s sure to appear; ou can’t make a silk purse from out a sow’s ear. A man by his company always is known ; Who live 3 in a glass house should not throw a stono. When the blind leads the blind both will fall in the

ditch; It’s b9tter born lucky than being born rich. Little pitchers have big ears; burnt child dreads the

fire £ Through, speaking the truth no one credits a liar. Speech may be silver, but silence is gold ; There's never a fool like the fool who is old. —H. C. Dodge