scrambled proverbs

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Post 1 by blbobby (Ooo you're gona like this!) on Wednesday, 31-May-2006 1:15:34

In each of these puzzles, a proverb is written with exactly one letter of each word replaced with another. Can you figure out what the original proverb
is?


Wetter mate that fever.
;

Paint peart newer son pair lads.


I switch is dime raves mine.


So nets if goof mews.


Take hat white she sin whines.

So, let the fun begin!

Bob

Post 2 by Harp (I've now got the bronze prolific poster award! now going for the silver award!) on Wednesday, 31-May-2006 3:27:23

Wow, this one certainly gets the brain working.

Wetter mate that fever. Better late than never.

Paint peart newer son pair lads. I think must be faint heart never won fair lady. Not totally convinced I'm correct with that one though. It isn't a proverb I'm familiar with anyway! lol.

I switch is dime raves mine. A stitch in time saves nine.

So nets if goof mews. No news is good news.

Take hat white she sin whines. Make hay while the sun shines.

Thank you for that. It was fun.

Post 3 by blbobby (Ooo you're gona like this!) on Wednesday, 31-May-2006 7:41:02

Well done, Harp. I'll have to see what else I can find.
Incidentally, your right about Paint peart newer son pair lads. being faint heart never won fair lass. I'll let you slip on the lady instead of lass.

Post 4 by Harp (I've now got the bronze prolific poster award! now going for the silver award!) on Wednesday, 31-May-2006 9:15:16

Ah lol. yes either works! That was the one I was most unsure of because it isn't a proverb I'm familiar with. Keep'um coming though.

Post 5 by blbobby (Ooo you're gona like this!) on Wednesday, 31-May-2006 11:24:02

Okay, here's the next batch--more of 'em this go round. In all fairness, Harp, since you've shown an ability for these things, give the rest a chance. In other words, I'd ask you not to post your answers (if you choose to do this batch) until June first.
Okay, here goes.

1. Won't budge I took my ids covet.

2. Calf I load if wetter that so break.

3. Loot befort yon heap.

4. Binds if I heather frock totether.

5. Won't pit oft pill gomorrow whet yon tan go toddy.

6. Earls so red, earls no rose.

7. Beauts in oily shin beep.

8. Ill word end so plan takes pack I pull toy.

9. I pool ant has honey ale boon panted.

10. Paste net wart pot.

Post 6 by Harp (I've now got the bronze prolific poster award! now going for the silver award!) on Thursday, 01-Jun-2006 4:55:47

Well, as nobody else has had a crack at these yet I'll give it a go.

1. Won't budge I took my ids covet. Don't judge a book by its cover.

2. Calf I load if wetter that so break. Half a loaf is better than no bread.

3. Loot befort yon heap. Look before you leap.

4. Binds if I heather frock totether. Birds of a feather flock together.

5. Won't pit oft pill gomorrow whet yon tan go toddy. Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

6. Earls so red, earls no rose. Early to bed, early to rise.

7. Beauts in oily shin beep. Beauty is only skin deep.

8. Ill word end so plan takes pack I pull toy. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy

9. I pool ant has honey ale boon panted. A fool and his money are soon parted.

10. Paste net wart pot. Waste not want not.

I am now going to go and lay down in a darkened room where I intend to sleep until sanity has returned to my World! lol. For the record number 8 was a complete bitch! hahaha.

Post 7 by Grace (I've now got the ggold prolific poster award! wahoo! well done to me!) on Thursday, 01-Jun-2006 9:53:07

…one wonders at just how long of a time may need to lapse till Mr. Dan returns from sleep sane…this may be quite a while folks…I mean, think of it this a way..he wakes up and finds himself the same way so off he goes into slumber and again awakes…same story…one day sanity will arrive and will he recognize it… this could take years…

*grins

Post 8 by blbobby (Ooo you're gona like this!) on Thursday, 01-Jun-2006 12:37:43

Once again, well done Harp--it appears that the rest of our zoners are reluctant to challenge you in your quest for the top of the heap.
And as for you Mrs. CG (I assume the marital status for you), perhaps:

"One stormy night, the lusterous lady bethought herself of Rip Van
Winkle, and dreampt of Harp slumbering then awakening, then slumbering once more, until entropy awakens him for good."
Number eight was, indeed a bitch.

Try this one of my on making:

"so drear, perchange to sleez."

Bob

Post 9 by Grace (I've now got the ggold prolific poster award! wahoo! well done to me!) on Thursday, 01-Jun-2006 13:48:43

….hmmm well, Mr. Dan always calls me by “miss connie” and in moments that he is totally sane he places the word, “young” before “miss…” **even though I realize that Mr. Dan is being all too kind in those moments…. ***kindness is much appreciated