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"The shepherd, the expert of the Land (𒌦), the wise one of the countries, Ictaran, who decides lawsuits justly, who lives in the Land."

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog."

"There is no one who can return from there, To describe their nature, to describe their dissolution, That he may still our desires, Until we reach the place where they have gone."

"Blow, northerne wynd, Sent thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou! Blou! Blou!"

"Bothe lered and lewed, olde and yonge, Alle understonden English tonge."

"Evyl weed ys sone y growe."

"For I muste to the grene wode goo, alone a bannysshed man."

"For in my mynde, of all mankynde I loue but you allon."

"Foweles in the frith, The fisses in the flod, And I mon waxe wod; Mulch sorwe I walke with For best of bon and blod."

"Ich am of Irlaunde, Ant of the holy londe Of Irlande. Gode sire, pray ich the, For of saynte charité, Come ant daunce wyth me In Irlaunde."

"I wold not be in a folis paradyce."

"Lever me were to lete mi liif, Than thus to lese the quen mi wiif!"

"O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?"

"Perle, pleasaunte to prynces paye To clanly clos in golde so clere, Oute of oryent, I hardyly saye, Ne proued I neuer her precios pere."

"Say me, viit in the brom, Teche me wou I sule don That min hosebonde Me lovien wolde.""Hold thine tunke stille And haw al thine wille."

"Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu— Sing cuccu!"

"Were beth they biforen us weren, Houndës ladden and hauekës beren, And hadden feld and wodë? The richë levedies in hoerë bour, That wereden gold in hoerë tressour, With hoerë brighttë rodë;Eten and drounken, and maden hem glad; Hoere lif was al with gamen i-lad, Men kneleden hem biforen; They beren hem wel swithë heyë; And in a twincling of an eyë Hoere soulës weren forloren."

"Westron wynde when wyll thow blow The smalle rayne downe can rayne Cryst yf my love were in my armys And I yn my bed agayne."

"A crafty knave needs no broker."

"A heavy purse makes a light heart."

"A right woman — either love like an angel, Or hate like a devil — in extremes to dwell."

"And let all women strive to be As constant as Penelope."

"Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing."

"April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place; Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December."

"Break her betimes, and bring her under by force, Or else the grey mare will be the better horse."

"But he that takes not such time, while he may, Shall leap at a whiting, when time is away."

"For he that leaps, before he look, good son, May leap in the mire, and miss what he hath done."

"From the hag and hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, The spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of Moons defend ye."

"God be in my head, And in my understanding,God be in my eyes, And in my looking,God be in my mouth, And in my speaking,God be in my heart, And in my thinking,God be at my end, And at my departing."

"Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight: Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves."

"Ground me no grounds."

"He is but a fool that, when all fails, cannot live upon his wit."

"He's best at ease that meddleth least."

"I had need of a long spoon, now I go to eat with the devil."

"I know more than Apollo, For oft, when he lies sleeping I see the stars at bloody wars In the wounded welkin weeping."

"(I would topple with ye And) pluck a good crow."

"It's pride that puts this country down: Man, take thy old cloak about thee!"

"Kill then, and bliss me, But first come, kiss me."

"King Stephen was a worthy peer; His breeches cost him but a crown."

"Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song."

"Love, that covers multitude of sins, Makes love in parents wink at children’s faults."

"More haste than good speed makes many fare the worse."

"No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives Till Robin Redbreast painfully Did cover them with leaves."

"The blinded boy that shootes so trim From heaven downe did hie."

"The devil cannot tie a woman's tongue."

"The gypsies, Snap and Pedro, Are none of Tom's comradoes, The punk I scorn and the cutpurse sworn, And the roaring boy's bravadoes. The meek, the white, the gentle Me handle, touch, and spare not; But those that cross Tom Rynosseros Do what the panther dare not."

"The moon's my constant mistress, And the lowly owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow."

"The sound is honey, but the sense is gall."

"(They are) no more like, Than chalk is to cheese."

"'Tis an ill wind that blows no man to profit."