How on earth am I supposed to memorise enough proverbs to lend myself an air of seasoned wisdom? There are simply too many. I suggest, therefore, a programme of proverb rationalisation that will neatly reduce their number without diminishing their pithy truthfulness, viz
1. A stitch in time waits for no man.
2. An early bird in the hand loves to hear himself sing.
3. You can take a horse to water, but don’t look him in the mouth in mid-stream.
4. An eye for an eye is no robbery.
5. Where there’s muck, there’s a sow’s ear.