The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; The happy man’s without a shirt.
But now I see well the old proverb is true: That parish priest forgetteth that ever he was a clerk!
Hunger makes hard beans sweet.
All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland.
A day after the faire.
Love me litle, love me long. 1546.
Time trieth troth in every doubt.
Who will in time present pleasure refrain, shall in time to come the more pleasure obtain.
Happy man, happy dole.
Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.
Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
And while I at length debate and beate the bush, There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.
Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.
Feed by measure, and defy the physician.
There is no fool to the old fool.
Better to give then to take.
The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.
I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.
Every dog has its day.
Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can’t pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low.