I wish my deadly foe no worse Than want of friends, and empty purse.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

Good wares make good markets.

Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you."

If the shoe fits, wear it.

Who can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad?

Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd's roundelay.

Shall we go learn to kiss, to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort, where true meaning is.

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

I wish my deadly foe, no worse than want of friends, and empty purse.