Evening words are not like to morning.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Every bees hony is sweet.
Every day brings his bread with it.
Every ill man hath his ill day.
Every man’s censure is first moulded in his own nature.
Every one fastens where there is gaine.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.
Every one is witty for his owne purpose.
Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.
Everyone is a master and servant.
Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
Faire is not faire, but that which pleaseth.
Faire language grates not the tongue.
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
Farre shooting never kild bird.
Favour will as surely perish as life.
Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.
Feare keepes the garden better then the gardiner.
Feare nothing but sinne.