Fault--You would spy faults in your eyes were out
A fault confessed is half redressed
Where no fault is ,there needs no pardon
He that commits a fault thinks every one speaks of it
Faults are thick where love is thin
Favour--Favour will as surely perish as life
Fear--He that fears the gallows shall never be a good thief
He that fears death lives not
Fear nothing but sin
There is no medicine for fear
He that fears you present will hate you absent
Feast--Merry is the feast making till we come to reckoning
The company makes the feast
Either a feast or a fast
Feather--Fine feathers make fine birds
A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air
Feather by feather the goose is plucked
Fed--He that is fed at another's may long ere he be full
He that gaped till he fed
Feed--Feeding out of course makes mettle out of kind
old praise dies unless you feed it
Feet--The cat would eat fish but would not wet her feet
Where your will is ready your feet are light
Fell--They never fell who never climbed
Few--Few words are best.
A fault confessed is half redressed
Where no fault is ,there needs no pardon
He that commits a fault thinks every one speaks of it
Faults are thick where love is thin
Favour--Favour will as surely perish as life
Fear--He that fears the gallows shall never be a good thief
He that fears death lives not
Fear nothing but sin
There is no medicine for fear
He that fears you present will hate you absent
Feast--Merry is the feast making till we come to reckoning
The company makes the feast
Either a feast or a fast
Feather--Fine feathers make fine birds
A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air
Feather by feather the goose is plucked
Fed--He that is fed at another's may long ere he be full
He that gaped till he fed
Feed--Feeding out of course makes mettle out of kind
old praise dies unless you feed it
Feet--The cat would eat fish but would not wet her feet
Where your will is ready your feet are light
Fell--They never fell who never climbed
Few--Few words are best.
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