We have a craw to pluck.
He plaints early that plaints on his kail.
Oft counting makes good friends.
Hanging gangs by hap.
The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest.
Many hands makes light work.
Seldom lies the Devil dead by the dike side.
Nothing enters a close Hand.
A given Horse should not be lookt in the teeth.
The next time ye dance, wit whom ye take by the hand.