Now that I have an ewe and a lamb, every one says to me: Good morrow, Peter, [194]
Nurenberg wit and a skilful hand will find their way through any land, [164]
Nurse, you are mistress whilst the child sucks, and after that nothing, [198]
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“O what we must suffer for the sake of God’s church!” said the abbot, when the roast fowl burned his fingers, [165]
Of bad debtors you may take spoilt herrings, [388]
Of big words and feathers many go to the pound, [151]
Of brothers-in-law and red dogs few are good, [210]