Paroimiographia Proverbs, or, Old sayed savves & adages in English (or the Saxon toung), Italian, French, and Spanish, whereunto the British for their great antiquity and weight are added ... / collected by J.H., Esqr.

Physical Proverbs, concerning Diet, and Health.

ONe bit drawes on another.

Money, Wine, and Women, have their good and their poi∣son.

There's enough, if there be not too much.

A table without salt, a mouth without spittle.

A brown lass is naturally merry, and neat.

The smell of Camphyre gelds a man.

Love is fed with young flesh.

A running horse, an open grave.

Sicknesses come on horse-back, go away afoot, viz. slowly.

Who puts not his bread aright in the oven, drawes forth crooked loaves.

Keep warm your head and feet, for the rest live like a beast.

Pain in the hanche, a girl in the panch, or the womb of a wo∣man with child.

In the morning to the hills, in the evening to the rills, or foun∣tains.

To erre is humane, to repent is divine, to persevere is Diaboli∣call.

Cheese is good when there's but little.

Cheese is good that comes from a niggard.

Fools make Feasts, and wise men eat them.

Fye upon a cloak when 'tis fair weather.

The Physitian is blind at the Gout.

If thou wilt be quickly fat, eat with hunger, and drink slowly, and at leisure.

At seventy two 'tis time to go warm.

After a Feast one scratches his head.

Wine upon milk is good.

Milk upon wine hurts the bloud.

An early riser is healthy and careful.

Hunger makes us dine, and pleasure makes us to sup.

Diseases ending in ik shame the Physitian, as Paralytik, Hy∣dropik, &c.

Make use of a young Chyrurgeon, but an old Physitian.

A young Physitian makes the Church-yard hilly, viz. full of graves.

A hard bit must have a spur of wine.

Fi••e, Beans, Silver, and Wood, in every moneth are good.

Mutton is the food of a glutton.

One egg is as nothing, two doe much good, three is enough, four are too many, five bring death.

He who doth not like the Goose, shall not joy long in his life, viz. who drinks not well.

After Pears, the Priest or Wine.

Raw Veal and Pullets make the Church-yard full of graves.

Who hath not health, enjoyes nothing.

He who hath health is rich, and knowes it not.

Who after sallet drinks not wine, is in danger to be sick▪

It is the Devils Feast where there is no salt.

The Gluttons dig their own graves with their teeth.

A drunkard is known by his snout.

He is like the Popes mule, he drinks but at his set hours.

There's no clock truer then the belly.

For thy drink marry the cellar with the cystern.

The Harbenger of the Moon hath mark'd the lodging, viz. when a woman hath her flowers.

Of women, and fish, the middle is best.

In the morning drink white, and Claret at night, to make good bloud.

A wheaten pill, a dram of the grape, and the ball of a hen, is good physick, viz. bread, wine, and an egge.

'Tis better to fall under the hands of a lucky then a knowing Physitian.

A hundred crowns of melancholy will not pay a half pennyworth of debt.

Old Chyrurgeons, and young Physitians make the Church-yards swell.

That which the sober man keeps in his thoughts, the drunkard hath in his mouth.

Drink wine like a King (sparingly) drink water like an Oxe.

To drink water, eat stones, and lye abroad, any one may doe it without leave.

Be more careful with whom you eat and drink, then what you eat and drink.

Who eats all at supper, may gnaw a brown crust the next mor∣ning.

Wine is the old mans milk.

Old wine, an old friend, and old gold are beloved in all places.

Let a sallet be well wash'd and salted, little vinegar, and well oyl'd.

Who will live in health, let him eat little at dinner, and less at supper.

To rise at six, and dine at ten; to sup at six, and go to bed at ten, will make a man live ten times ten.

Of all fish except the tench, take the back, and leave the belly.

Who goes to bed athirst, riseth in health.

The best of Mushrumps are worth nothing.