He that would the daughter win,
Must with the mother first begin.
390. Daylight. Daylight will peep through a small hole.
391. Dead. As dead as a door-nail.
392. Dead man's shoes. He that waits for a dead man's shoes may go long enough barefoot.
393. Deaf. There are none so deaf as those who will not hear.
394. Deaf man. Tell that tale to a deaf man.
395. Dearth. It's a wicked thing to make a dearth one's garner.
396. Death. Death keeps no calendar.