Maxioms by John Heywood
I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
Yee have many strings to your bowe.
Yee have many strings to your bowe.
An ill wind that bloweth no man good--
The blower of which blast is she.
An ill wind that bloweth no man good--
The blower of which blast is she.
Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.
Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.
