Rodgers Dictionary of Proverbs
Others' bread has seven crusts.
Others' bread is too salt.
Other's ornaments tire one's neck.
Others will measure you with the same rod
you use to measure them.
Our best masters are those who make us
suffer the most.
Our bread today is better than a hundred in
the air.
Our caravan is our family, and the world is
our family.
Our crosses are hewn from different trees.
Our elders quote the cock as saying that "it
would not be good if one becomes the
only person in the world, and that is
why they crow every morning to show
their number".
Our elders say that at sunset, it is one's cloth
that one goes to remove from the village
square.
Our enemies teach us life's most valuable
lesson.
Our examples are like seeds on a windy day,
they spread far and wide.
Our eyes are our enemies.
Our fates are as registered by heaven.
Our faults irritate us most when we see
them in others.
Our faults provide opportunities for others.
Our fear commonly meets us at the door by
which we think to run from it.
Our fears always outnumber our dangers.
Our first teacher is our own heart.
Our generosity should never exceed our
abilities.
Our good life sure is there for us, unless we
learned some bad conduct in our home
as children.
Our greatest deeds we do unknowingly.
Our hairs are numbered.
Our hands are too short to fight with God.
Our hearts run riot in prosperity.
Our last garment is made without pockets.
Our native land attracts us with some
mysterious charm, never to be forgotten.
Our needs are few but our wants increase
with our possessions.
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Our neighbour's children are always the
worst.
Our neighbour's cow yields more milk than
our.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful
and his cattle produce more milk than
our own.
Our neighbour's ground yields better corn
than ours.
Our outward actions reveal our hidden
intentions.
Our own house surpasses every other.
Our parents planted so we ate, and we plant
for our children to eat.
Our parents taught us to speak and the
world taught us to be silent.
Our passions are the winds that propel our
vessel. Our reason is the pilot that steers
her. Without winds the vessel would not
move and without a pilot she would be
lost.
Our pillow should be our counsellor.
Our pleasures are shallow, our sorrows are
deep.
Our proverbs are sacred and correct.
Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to
grow, to love; and then we return home.
Our real grave is not in the ground but in
men's hearts.
Our shadow will follow us.
Our time runs on like a stream; first fall the
leaves and then the tree.
Our union makes us stronger.
Our wasted days are the days we never
laugh.
Our wisdom is no less at Fortune's mercy
than our wealth.
Our wishes are like little children -- the
more you indulge the more they want
from you.
Ours is ours, but mine is mine.
Out before day, in before night.
Out o' davy lindsay into wallace.