Rodgers Dictionary of Proverbs
Hidden joy is an extinguished candle.
Hidden valour is as bad as cowardice.
Hidden virtues ring like a soft bell.
Hide not the truth from your confessor,
your doctor, or your lawyer.
Hide not your light under a bushel.
Hide the mouthfuls of food.
High birth is a poor dish on the table.
High calling brings a high fall.
High climbers and deep swimmers never
grow old.
High houses are mostly empty in the upper
story.
High places have their precipices.
High regions are never without storms.
High trees catch lots of wind.
High trees give more shadow than fruit.
High winds blow on high hills.
Higher duties mean greater responsibilities.
Higher than the heavens.
Highest in the court, nearest the widdie.
Hills far away are green but they often have
sour bottoms.
Him that lives on hope has a slim diet.
Him who errs, forgive once, but never twice.
Him whom Jove would destroy he first
deprives of his reason.
Him with a bold head knows how to protect
it through thorns.
Him with a bushy field cannot harvest
edibles from it.
Him with a clean future has a clean past.
Him with is own knowledge know how to
eat from it.
Himself he does, his friend does not. (Doing
for another, while they don’t do it for
you)
Hindsight is always twenty-twenty
Hire staff but do it yourself.
Hired horses make short miles.
His auld brass will buy a new pan.
His bark is waur than his bite.
His bark is worse than his bite.
His belly cries cupboard.
His brains hang at the top of his fez.
His bread fell into the honey.
His cloak was put out.
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His courage oozed out at his fingers' ends.
His courage sank to his sinews.
His door already has the hard part of the
journey behind him.
His eggs hae a' twa yolks.
His eyes are beautiful, but his heart is a
devil.
His eyes are like two burnt holes in a
blanket.
His face would hang him.
His fault is besides him.
His footprints can be beaten with a stick.
His fore feet though you sever, his grip he'll
make good.
His hay is in order.
His heart fell down to his heels.
His heart is in his boots.
His hens lay eggs with two yolks.
His horse's head is too big, it cannot get out
of the stable.
His illness is more mental than bodily.
His like Jean de Nivelle's dog, that runs
away when he is called.
His meal's a' daigh.
His money takes the place of wisdom.
His mouth is as big as the Vienna Gate.
His mouth talks about Sheik Hussein but his
hands are stretched up to the tree.
His opinions are like water in the bottom of
a canoe, going from side to side.
His own desire leads every man.
His own wound is what everyone feels
soonest.
His pocket knife opens in my pocket.
His presents conceal a baited hook.
His room's better than his company.
His snow-boots are full.
His soul comes to him only to sleep there.
His tongue says little, but powerful is his
right arm.
His tongue's nae slander.
His whole life he carried his wife on his
back.
His wit got wings and would have flown,
But poverty still kept him down.