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Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 754, 6 May 1933, Page 23 (Supplement)

—T—Continued— The fairer the paper the fouler the blot. The finest shoe often hurts the foot. The givter makes the gift more precious. The hand that gives, gathers. The highest tree hath the greatest fall. The muses love the morning. The pen is mightier than the sword. The way to be safe is never to feel There are forty men of wit to one of sense. There is no royal road to learning. Two blacks make no white. —U— Ugly women finely dressed are the uglier for it. Uneasy lies the head that wears a Unkindness has no remedy at law. United we stand, divided we fall. Unreasonable silence is folly. Use makes perfectness. Use pastimes so as not to lose time. Use the means and trust to God for the blessing. Use your wit as a buckler and not as a sword. —V— Vain glory blossoms, but never bears. Valour can do little W’ithout discreVarnisliing hides a crack. Venture a. small fish to catch a big Vice makes virtue shim?. Virtue and happiness are mother and daughter. Virtue is its own reward. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied. Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms. —W— Walls have ears. Want of care admits despair. Wars bring scars. Well begun is half done. What’s bred in the bone will never out of the flesh. What is every man’s business is no man's business. What is sauce for the goose is sauco for the gander. When a friend asketh there is no to-morrow. Where bees are, there is honey. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. When the wind’s in the west, the weather’s at the best. When two play,-pne must lose. Who spares vice wrongs virtue. —Y— Years know more than books. You bring a bit of wire and take away a bar. You cannot drive a windmill with a pair of bellows. You can’t eat your cake and have it too. You can't judge the horse by the harness. You dig your grave with your teeth. You get gold out of earth and earth out of gold. You may break a colt but not an old horse. Your looking-glass will tell you what none of your friends will. Your wits are gone a wool-gathering. Youth is a crown of roses, old age a crow’n of willows. Zeal without knowledge la lire without light. Zeal without knowledge is frenzy. Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.