A visit this evening to Jeffery Hodges’ website paid a double dividend: not only further coverage of the ongoing Fan Death crisis, but a link to a collection of “Outlandish Proverbs’, taken from a book of the same name published in 1640.
There’s plenty of simple, Lutheran stuff:
Humble Hearts, have humble desires.
The House shewes the owner.
Hee that gets out of debt, growes rich.
All is well with him, who is beloved of his neighbours.
A good bargaine is a pick-purse.
Better the feet slip then the tongue.
Better a bare foote then none.
And some cautionary words for those who might, perhaps, prefer philosophical inquiry to honest toil and the simple rewards of hearth and church:
Hee that lives well is learned enough.
A handfull of good life, is better then a bushell of learning.
He lives unsafely, that lookes too neere on things.
Better to be blinde, then to see ill.
Knowledge is folly, except grace guide it.
All truths are not to be told.
And some are downright gloomy:
Whether goest griefe ? where I am wont.
Autumnal Agues are long, or mortall.
Cover your selfe with your shield, and care not for
Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.
I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes
In life you lov’d me not, in death you bewaile me.
Many kisse the hand, they wish cut off.
The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.
And there are some I’m not sure what to make of:
Hee puis with a long rope, that waights for anothers death.
The gentle Hawke, halfe mans her selfe.
Brabling Curres never want sore eares.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.
As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.
A thousand and ten in all, friends; something for everyone. Here.