At the end the Gloria is chanted, [196]
At the king’s court every one for himself, [17]
At the wars do as they do at the wars, [3]
At the wedding-feast the least eater is the bride, [221]
Avarice bursts the bag, [31]
Avoid a friend who covers you with his wings and destroys you with his beak, [254]
Away from the battle all are soldiers (Of war all can tattle, away from the battle), [176]
Away with thee, sickness, to where they make a good pillow for thee, [197]
“Away with you, be a pedlar, a knave,” says the hangman to his man, [149]