There is not only one pied dog in the world.
The head of each stick is at its end.
The Moor has done his duty, the Moor may go.
There is a dialogue between deaf people.
There is thick sandal leather on his face.
The helve of the lost hatchet.
The mouth of a treading horse is not muzzled.
There is a feast once even in Hell.
There must be order.
The hoar-frost is still to come for the dog.
The nail sticks out of the sack.
There is a limit to everything.
There will be no funeral songs out of this.
The horse has four legs, still the stumbles.
The owl tells the sparrow that her head is big.
There is a tile on the roof.
These was a dog-market in Buda only once.
The horse has to pull as the horse is also pulled.
The person who trusts is happy; the person who doubts is wise.
There is a way upwards and downwards too.
They are as far apart as Mako is from Jerusalem.
The horse should worry, he has a big head.
The pitcher goes so long to the well, until it breaks.
There is hardly ever a loaded cart which could not carry one more forkful (of hay).
They are as many as the Russians.