Take not a musket to kill a butterfly

Take the bitter with sweet

Take the Devil and he is sure to appear

Take the rough with the smooth

Take the will for the deed

Take things as they come

Tastes differ

Tell the truth and shame the Devil

The apple never falls far from the tree

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

The bitter is sometimes bit

The blind leading the blind

The bread never falls but its buttered side

The buck stops here

The cobbler to his last and the gummer to his linstock

The company makes the feast

The cowl does not make the monk

The darkest hour is just before dawn

The Devil can quote Scripture for his own ends

The early bird catches the worm

The end justifies the means

The end makes all equal

The exception proves the rule

The eye is bigger than the belly

The eyes are the window of the soul

The first blow is half the battle

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence

The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill

The greatest talkers are the least doers

The higher the monkey climbs the more he shows his tails

The highest branch is not the safest roost

The last drop makes the cup run over

The mountain labored and brought forth a mouse

The more the merrier

The more you have, the more you want

The mother of mischief is no bigger than a midge´s wing

The one that pays the piper calls the tune

The pen is mightier than the sword

The pot called the kettle black

The proof of the pudding is in the eating

There are no birds in last year´s nest

There are two sides to every question

There goes more to marriage than four bare legs in bed

There is a black sheep in every flock

There is a first time for everything

There is an exception to every rule

There is many a slip twixt cup and lip

There is no accounting for tastes

There is no disputing about tastes

There is no garden without its weeds

There is no great loss without some gain

There is no pleasure without pain

There is no rose without a thorn

There is no smoke without fire

There is nothing lost by civility

There is no wheat without chaff

There´s more than one way to skin a cat

There´s no accounting for taste

There´s no place like home

There’s no such thing as a free lunch

There’s no time like the present

The shoemaker´s son always goes barefoot

The shortest way round is the longest way home

The show must go on

The sooner begun, the sooner done

The squeaky wheel gets the grease

The tailor makes the man

They brag most who can do least

The way to a man´s heart in through his stomach

Things are seldom what they seem

Think first and speak afterwards

Third time lucky

Those who live in glass houses shouldn´t throw stones

Throw out a sprat to catch a mackerel

Time is a great healer

Time is money

Time will tell

To err is human

Tomorrow is another day

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Travel broadens the mind

Truth will out

Two heads are better than one

Two´s company, three´s a crows

Two wrongs don’t make a right