John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Heywood. (1497?–1580?) (continued) |
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She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring. 1 |
Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. |
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All is well that endes well. 2 |
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Of a good beginning cometh a good end. 3 |
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Shee had seene far in a milstone. 4 |
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Better late than never. 5 |
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When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre. 6 |
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Pryde will have a fall; For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after. 7 |
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. 8 |
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The still sowe eats up all the draffe. 9 |
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Ill weede growth fast. 10 |
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Note 1. Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.—Sir H. Sheres: Satyr on the Sea Officers. Tom Brown: Æneas Sylvius’s Letter. John Dryden: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. [back] |
Note 2. Si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit (If the end be well, all will be well).—Gestæ Romanorum. Tale lxvii. [back] |
Note 3. Who that well his warke beginneth, The rather a good ende he winneth. Gower: Confessio Amantis. [back] |
Note 4. John Lyly: Euphues (Arber’s reprint), p. 288. [back] |
Note 5. Thomas Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, An Habitation Enforced. John Bunyan: Pilgrim’s Progress. Mathew Henry: Commentaries, Matthew xxi. Murphy: The School for Guardians. Potius sero quam nunquam (Rather late than never).—Livy: iv. ii. 11. [back] |
Note 6. Quant le cheval est emblé dounke ferme fols l’estable (When the horse has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable).—Les Proverbes del Vilain. [back] |
Note 7. Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.—Proverbs xvi. 18. Pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde.—Treatise of a Gallant. Circa 1510. [back] |
Note 8. She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth.—Jonathan Swift: Polite Conversation. [back] |
Note 9. ’T is old, but true, still swine eat all the draff.—William Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iv. sc. 2. [back] |
Note 10. Ewyl weed ys sone y-growe.—MS. Harleian, circa 1490. An ill weed grows apace.—George Chapman: An Humorous Day’s Mirth. Great weeds do grow apace.—William Shakespeare: Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Coxcomb, act iv. sc. 4. [back] |