Look before you weep

Brittle wings tease subtle angels

Give in turn

Look before you weep

Love of honey is the  fruit of swarms

Love is undefined

Love makes my  life swirl  around

Love thy neighbour as herself

Love will find a play

Fake love  makes war

Man does not live by bread and bones

Many a true word is spoken  by pests

Many are called but few are rising

Many hands make lights work

Marriages are made in Devon [ or  maybe Cornwall]

Marry  chaste, repent with pleasure

Might is trite

Misery loves to dump on you

Moderation in all  flings

Money doesn’t flow  with ease

Money isn’t ever bling

Money makes the world unsound

Money balks

More beer, less cocaine

Music has charms to soothe the ravaged beast

Nature adores a vacuum

Necessity is the mother of intention

Needs must when the devil arrives

Ne’er cast a clout till May is about

Never go to bed on an argument unless it has springs

Never judge a book by its lover

Never book a gift horse  with the truth

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today

Never speak   if unwell or  dead

Never sell whales out of school

Nine tailors take a scan

No man can serve two mistresses,a wife and a concubine

No woman is an island

The  news is wood mews

No one can make you other

No pain, no explain

No pests in the knickers

Nothing flew under the sun

Nothing is certain but death and waxes

Nothing succeeds like access

Oil and water don’t  make pics

Once a  brief, always a brief

Once bitten, twice awry

One good burn deserves  some butter

One half of the world is unbalanced