Labour is love love is labour
Labour conquers all things
The labour is worthy of his reward
Labour is light where love do plays
Hethat labours and thrives spins gold
Lack--No lack no lack a wife
He that lacks my mare would buy my mare
Who lacks a stock ,his gain is not worth a chip
Lad--Lad's love is lassies' delight and if lads won't love ,lassies will flite
Lad's love's busk of broom hot awhile and soon done
Lady--When our lady falls in our lord's lap,than England beware a sad clap
Nothing agree worse than a lady's heart and a beggar's purse
Laird--if a laird slight the lady so will all the kitchen
Lamb-- Like lambs to the slaughter
Like lambs you do nothing but suck and wag your tail
Lame-- The lame post brings the truest news
The lame's tongue gets nothing
Land Land was never lost for want of heir
He that has some land must have some labour
If a man owns land the land owns him
He that has lands has quarrels
Labour conquers all things
The labour is worthy of his reward
Labour is light where love do plays
Hethat labours and thrives spins gold
Lack--No lack no lack a wife
He that lacks my mare would buy my mare
Who lacks a stock ,his gain is not worth a chip
Lad--Lad's love is lassies' delight and if lads won't love ,lassies will flite
Lad's love's busk of broom hot awhile and soon done
Lady--When our lady falls in our lord's lap,than England beware a sad clap
Nothing agree worse than a lady's heart and a beggar's purse
Laird--if a laird slight the lady so will all the kitchen
Lamb-- Like lambs to the slaughter
Like lambs you do nothing but suck and wag your tail
Lame-- The lame post brings the truest news
The lame's tongue gets nothing
Land Land was never lost for want of heir
He that has some land must have some labour
If a man owns land the land owns him
He that has lands has quarrels
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