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398.—Norwich Castle

Fat Paunches make Lean Pates.

Curs’d Cows have short Horns; Much falls between the Cup and the Lip. No longer pipe no longer dance.

The more Haste the worse Speed; When the Sky falls we shall catch Larks.

Hungry Dogs will eat dirty Pudding; He that would live at Peace and Rest, Must hear and see, and say the Best.

Good Wine needs no Bush; Kissing goes by Favour; A Lark is better than a Kite

A Rolling Stone gathers no Moss; It is good to make Hay while the Sun shines.

Give a Man Luck and throw him into the Sea; Money makes the Mare to go; Much falls between the Cup and the Lip.

To buy a Pig in a poke; Robin Hood’s Pennyworths; He looks one way and rows another.

When the Steed’s stolen, shut the Stable Door.

Fast bind, fast find; Like Father like Son.

Better play at small Game than stand out; Give him a Rowland for his Oliver.

A Fool’s Bolt is soon shot; Birds of a Feather flock together; Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire.

After sweet Meat comes sour Sauce; [woodcut of stout man, seated, with bandaged foot]

Well begun is half ended; All is well that ends well.

Brag is a good Dog, but Holdfast is a better; The Belly has no Ears; [woodcut: mouse by house perhaps made from candle with snuffer]

Many Words will not fill a Bushel; The younger Brother the better Gentleman.

One good Turn deserves another; He steals a Goose, and gives the Giblets in Alms.

It’s neither Rhime nor Reason; What is got over the Devil’s Back will be spent under his Belly.

As you brew so you shall bake; Every bean has its Black; it is an ill wind that blows no body good

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Norwich; Norfolk; England