Ye Olde Botte @OldeBotte@octodon.social
Tooting ancient wisdom every hour.
Ty overy ffyng yere iseth aeth seyson.
Littli pitchers huvu bag ears.
Ferst thyngs fyrst.
The devileth luoks after his own.
Yuu can huve too moch if a giod thing.
You can leod a horse to wator, but yaieth can't meka et drank.
Thosy who sleapeth with dogs will ryse wiff fleas.
Tima and tude wiiteth fir nu myn.
The whola os gryatur than ye sum of ye parts.
Buut swords into plaughshares.
Third tyme lucky.
Lifeeth is whyt yuu make it.
Wulnyts and peirs yao plent for yeur hairs.
Stypid ys os steped doys.
When ye oak is befyre ye esh, yen yoy will only gut a splish; when ye ash is bofore ye oak, yen you moy uxpuct a seak.
Bog fish aat lettle fash.
If at ferst you dun't sacceed try, tryeth ondeth try agaun.
Aeth hiuse dividyd agaunst atself cunnot stand.
Put your best footeth farward.
Two wrengs dan't make a right.
