Irish Cliché
Neither give cherries to pigs nor advice to a fool
The old pipe gives the sweetest smoke
Men are like bagpipes no sound comes from them until they're full
Don't let your tongue cut your throat
A greyhound finds food in its feet
Never trust a spiteful man
He knows how many grains to a bushel of wheat
It's easy to knead when meal is at hand
Better April showers than the breadth of the ocean in gold
There's little value in the single cow
Handfuls make a load
If you meet a red-haired woman,you'll meet a crowd.
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