Go to the Devil for Gods-sake.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.



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Had-I-fish, was never good with Garlick.

He that is welcome fares well.

He that spends his geir on a whore, hes both shame and skaith.

Hunger is good Kitchir-meat.

He mon have leave to speak that cannot had his tongue.

He that is far from his geir, is near his skaith.

He that lippens to bon plows, his land will ly ley.

He rides sicker that fell never.

Help thy self, and God will help thee.

He that will not hear motherhead, shall hear stepmotherhead.

He that crabs without cause, should mease without mends.