Hunger is hard in a heal man.

He is a fairy Cook, that may not lick his own fingers.

He is good that fail'd never.

He plaints early that plaints on his kail.

He that does his turn in time, sits half idle.

He is twise fain, that sits on a slane.

Hald in geir, helps well.

Hunting, hawking, and paramours, for one joy an hundred displeasures.

He that marries e're he be wise, will die e're he thrive.

He that marries a Daw, eats meikle dirt.

Huly and fair men rides far journeys.

Hast makes wast.

He that looks not e're he loup, will fall e're he wit of himself.

He that counts but his Host, counts twise.

He that hes gold may buy land.