Blessed be Saint Stephen, ther's no fast at his Even; Because 'tis Christmas night.
In Lincolnshire, the Sow shites sope, the Cow shites fire; For they wash with the one, and make fire with the other.
Every thing hath an end, and a pudding hath two.
It would vex a Dogg to see a pudding creep.
The vale of Holmesdale, never won, nor never shall; Holmesdale is near Rigat in Surrey.
Little England beyond VVales; Pembrokeshire more then half inhabited by the English.
Lemster wooll, and Monmouth capps.
Find me an honest man Trent Northward, and I will find you an honest whore.
Solomon was a wise man, and Sampson was a strong man, yet neither of them could pay money be∣fore they had it.
Lay thy hand on thy heart, and speak the truth.
Look behind thee, and consider what thou wast.
Let God be true, and all men liars.
Do as you would be done unto.
A cold May and a windy, makes a fat barn and findy.
Manners make a man, quoth VVilliam of Wicke∣ham.
A soft fire maketh sweet malt.
You may know his meaning by his gaping.
Souldiers and travellers may lye by authority.
The smoak of Charren; A Proverb relating to a wife who had beat her husband, and he going out weep∣ing, said it was for the smoake that his eyes wa∣tered.
He that hath it and will not keep it,
He that wanteth it and will not seek it,
He that drinketh and is not dry,
Shall want money as well as I.
If one knew how good it were
To eat a hen in Ianivere,
He would not leave one in the flock,
For to be trodden by the Cock.
Of all the Fish in the Sea, Herring is the King.
The Nun of Sion, with the Frier of Shean,
VVent under water to play the Quean.
If Skiddaw wears a capp,
Scruffel wots full well of that; viz. If it be cloudy. Skiddaw, and Scruffel are in Cumberland, and Anandell.
Skiddaw, Lauellin, and Casticand, are the highest hills in all England; All in Cumberland.
A Sheriff had he bin, and a Contour,
VVas no where such a Vavasour; An old said saw of that Family.
The jowl of a Salmon, the tail of a Tench;
The back of a Herring, the belly of a VVench.
VVere I near my Castle of Bungey,
Upon the River of VVavenley,
I would ne care for the King of Cockeney.
Hugh Bigod in Henry the seconds time; these places are in Suffolk.
It shall be done when the King cometh to VVogan, a little Village; viz. An impossibility.
Cheshire chief of men, Lancashire for fair women.
Iudas might have repented before he could have found a tree to have hang'd himself upon, had he betraid Christ in Scotland.
Essex Calfs, Kentish Long-tails, Yorkshire Tikes, Norfolk Bumkins.
VVho fetcheth a wife from Dunmow,
Carrieth home two sides of a Sow.
Madame Parnell, crack the nut and eat the kernel; This alludes to labor.
When Gabriel blowes his horn, then this questi∣on will be decided; viz. Never.
As plain as Dunstable High-way.
Ile warrant thee for an Egg at Easter.
Brave man at arms, but weak to Balthazar.
You are as wise as the men of Gotham, who went to build a wall about the Wood to keep out the Cuckow.
This Tohacco grew under the King of Spains win∣dow, and the Queen piss'd upon't.
Pauls will not alwayes stand.
Where the Great Turks horse once treads, the grass will never grow.
As just as Iermans lipps.
Gipp quoth Gilbert when his mare farted.
Coll under candlestick, he can play with both hands.
Crack me that nutt quoth Bumsted.
Cold weather and craftie knaves come from the North.
At Christmas great loafs, at Easter clean souls, and at Whitsontide new clothes.
Bricklesey Oysters, Selzey Cockles, Rye Herrings, Severn Sammon.
I care as little for it as a Goose-turd doth for the Thames.
You are a right Englishman, you know not when you are well.
David and Chad sow good or bad.
Saint Matthias both leaf and grasse.
I think she was bred at Hoggsnorton, where piggs play on the Organs.
Mock not quoth Mumford when his wife call'd him Cuckold.
Oxford knifes, London wives.
Dunmow bacon, Doncaster daggers.
Happy is the eye, that dwelleth twixt Severn and the Wye.
A Scott's mist wetteth an Englishman to the skinne.
Every one cannot dwell at Rotheras; A delicate seat of the Bodmans in Herefordshire.
He will live as long as old Russe of Pottern, who lived till all the world was weary of him.
Grayes Inn for walks, Lincoln's Inn for a wall,
The Inner Temple for a Garden, and the Middle for a Hall.
Hinkeson Down welly wrought, is worth London town dearly bought; because of the Tinn-mines.
Strand on the Green, thirteen houses, fourteen Cuck∣olds, and never a house between; For the father and son lay in one house.
Dabb quoth Dawkins when he hitt his wife on the arse with a pound of butter.
Three ills come from the North, a cold wind, a sleazy cloth, and a crafty man.