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W.C. Hazlitt, comp.  English Proverbs and Proverbial Phrases.  1907.
Hen pen  to  I love you
Hen pen, / duck an’ mallard, / Amen.
  See Jennings’ West of England Dialects, 1825, xiv.
Henry Chick ne’er slew a man till he came near him.  4595
Henry the eighth pull’d down Monks and their Cells:
Henry the ninth should pull down Bishops and their Bells.
  Sir John Harington’s Brief View of the State of the Church, 1653, but written in or before 1607 for the use of Prince Henry.
Her hands are on the wheel, but her eyes are in the street.  4597
Her pulse beats matrimony.  4598
Her tongue steals away all the time from her hands.  4599
Her yellow hose she will put on.
  Ritson’s Ancient Songs, ed. 1829, ii. 20.
Here I sit, and here I rest,
and this town shall be called Totness.
  Notes and Queries, 1st Series, ii. 511. This couplet is said to have been pronounced by Brutus when he landed at Totness. Yet he is not in Walpole’s Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors.
Here is fish for catching,
corn for snatching,
and wood for fatching.
  Said of Great Marlow. Reliquiæ Hearnianæ, ed. Bliss, p. 485.
Here is Gerard’s bailiff; work or you must die with cold. Somerset.  4603
Here you be altogether, like Brown’s cows.  4604
Here’s a couple, quoth Jackdaw.
  Patient Grissil, a comedy, 1603, repr. 59.
Here’s nor rhyme nor reason.
  This brings to mind the story of Sir Thomas More, who being by the author asked his judgment of an impertinent book, desired him by all means to put it into verse, and bring it to him again; which done, Sir Thomas, looking upon it, saith, Yea, now it is somewhat like, now it is rhyme; before, it was neither rhyme nor reason.—R.
Here’s talk of the Turk and Pope, but it’s my next neighbour that does me the harm.  4607
Here’s to our friends, and hang up the rest of our kindred.  4608
Hertfordshire clubs and clouted shoon.
  Some will wonder how this shire, lying so near to London, the staple of English civility, should be guilty of so much rusticity. But the finest cloth must have a list, and the pure peasants are of as coarse a thread in this as any other place. Yet, though some may smile at their clownishness, let none laugh at their industry; the rather, because the high shoon of the tenant pays for the Spanish leather boots of the landlord. Club is an old term for a booby.—R. Lamb, in his letter to Manning, of May 26, 1819, speaks of Joskins as a name for Hertfordshire bumpkins.
Hertfordshire hedgehogs.
  Plenty of hedgehogs are found in this high woodland country, reported to suck the kine: though the dairymaids conne them small thanks for sparing their pains in milking them. Whether this proverb may have any further reflection on the people of this county, as therein taxed for covetousness and constant nuddling on the earth, I think not worth the inquiry; these nicknames being imposed on several counties groundlessly as to any moral significance.—R.
Hertfordshire kindness.
  That is, when one drinks back again to the party who immediately before drank to him; and although it may signify as much as, “Manus manum fricat, et par est de merente bene mereri,” yet it is commonly used only by way of derision of those who, through forgetfulness or mistake, drink to them again whom they pledged immediately.—R. See Blount’s Tenures, ed. 1874, p. 383, and Daily News, January 5, 1876.
Hey! brave Arthur [of] Bradley. CL.
  The well-known ballad-hero. See Chappell’s Popular Music of the Olden Time, p. 539.
Hey! ninny, nanny! / one fool makes many.  4613
Hiccup, suiccup, look up, right up:
three dropt in a cup are good for the hiccup. Suffolk.
Hickledy pickledy, or one among another.
  We now say higgledy piggledy; but the form given appears to be of old standing. I have seen a little book of characters printed in 1708 under the title of Hicklety Pickelty. We have in our language many the like conceited rhyming words in reduplication, to signify any confusion or mixture, as hurly-burly, hodge-podge, mingle-mangle, arsy-versy, kim-kam, hob-nob, crawly-mauly, hab-nab.—R. But compare Nash:—“Yet you shall see me, in two or three leaves hence crie, Heigh for our towne greene! and powre hot boyling inke on this contemptible heggledepegs barrain scalp.”—Have with you to Saffron Walden, 1596, repr. 1869, p. 20.
Hickscorner’s jests.
  Collier’s Diary, iii. 73. This saying is supposed to have arisen from the interlude so called, printed in the first volume of Hazlitt’s Dodsley.
Hiders are good finders.  4617
Higham on the hill: / Stoke in the vale:
Wykin for buttermilk: / Hinckley for ale. Leicestershire.
High Church, and Low Church, and little England.
  Higson’s MSS. Coll., 207.
High places have their precipices.  4620
High regions are never without storms.  4621
Highflying hawks are fit for princes.  4622
His back is broad enough to bear jests.  4623
His bashful mind hinders his good intent.  4624
His belly cries cupboard.
  Sento che l’ oriulo é ito giu. Ital.—R.
His brain is not big enough for his skull.  4626
His brains are addled.  4627
His brains crow.  4628
His brains will work without harm. Yorkshire.  4629
His bread is buttered on both sides.
  i.e., He hath a plentiful estate: he is fat and full.—R.
His breech makes buttons.
  This is said of a man in fear. We know vehement fear causes a relaxation of the sphincter ani, and involuntary dejection. Buttons, because the excrements of some animals are not unlike buttons or pellets; as of sheep, hares, &c. Nay, they are so like, that they are called by the same name; this figure they get from the cells of the colon. The Italians say, Fare il culo lappe lappe.—R. This vulgar saying, now probably grown out of use, may be due to a particular type of intestinal flatulence, resembling in sound the buttoning process.
His calves are gone to grass.  4632
His candle burns within the socket. WALKER, 1672.
  That is, he is an old man. Philosophers are wont to compare man’s life not inaptly to the burning of a lamp, the vital heat always preying upon the radical moisture, which, when it in quite consumed, a man dies. There is indeed a great likeness between life and flame, air being as necessary to the maintaining of the one as of the other.—R.
His clothes are worth pounds, but his wit is dear at a groat.  4634
His cockloft is unfurnished.
  i.e., He wants brains.—R. Bacon, who was not tall, said that tall men resembled lofty houses, where the upper storeys are usually ill furnished.
His cow hath calved.
  He hath got what he sought for or expected.—R.
His eye is bigger than his belly.  4637
His eyes are like two burnt holes in a blanket.  4638
His eyes draw straws. E. Anglia.
  “When a person’s eyes are nearly closed, he appears to see small rays of light, like straws.”—Forby.
His fingers are lime twigs.
  Spoken of a thievish person.—R.
His hair grows through his hood. HE.
        “I may say to you he dwelled there so long,
Tyll ais haire gan to grow throw his hoode.”
Twelve Mery Jests of the Widow Edyth, 1525.    
  (Old English Jest Books, iii. 96). Said of a spendthrift, and also of a wearer of a peculiar sort of horns.
His heart is in his hose. HE.
  Towneley Mysteries, 95; Timon, a play (about 1590), in Hazlitt’s Shakespear’s Library, vi. 409. Another form is: “His heart fell down to his hose.” Animus in pedes decidit.
His heart’s on’s halfpenny. CL.  4643
His house stands on my lady’s ground.  4644
His learning overbalanceth his brain.  4645
His lies are latticed. E. Anglia.
  “You can see through them.”—Forby.
His lungs are very sensible, for everything makes them laugh.  4647
His milk boil’d over.  4648
His mill will go with all winds.  4649
His mind’s a wool-gathering. CL.  4650
His money comes from him like drops of blood.  4651
His nose will abide no jests.  4652
His promises are lighter than the breath that utters them.  4653
His purse and his palate are ill met.  4654
His purse is made of toad’s skin.  4655
His religion is copyhold, and he has not taken it up. E. Anglia.
  “This is said of one that never goes to any place of worship.”—Forby.
His room’s better than his company.  4657
His shoes be made of running leather. CL.  4658
His tail will catch the chin-cough.
  Spoken of one that sits on the ground.—R.
His thrift waxeth thin
that spendeth more than he doth win.
  How the Goode Wif, &c., in Hazlitt’s Popular Poetry, i.
His tongue goes always of errands, but never speeds.  4661
His tongue is as cloven as the devil’s foot.  4662
His tongue is no slander.  4663
His tongue runs on wheels, or at random.  4664
His wit got wings and would have flown,
but poverty still kept him down.
His word is as good as his bond.
  Nobody and Somebody (1606), sign. C 2 verso. This, says Forby (Vocab. 1830, p. 428), is sometimes said satirically.
Hit or miss for a cow heel.  4667
Hitty-missy, as the blind man shot the crow. E. Anglia.  4668
Hobi-de-hoy, / neither man nor boy.
  I have never seen a satisfactory explanation of this word hobi-de-hoy, which we at present apply to both sexes. See Forby’s Vocab., art. Hobi-de-Hoy, and Halliwell’s Dict., ibid. The term is, at least, of considerable antiquity; it is in Palsgrave, 1530. Tusser, who uses it, scarcely seems to have understood its precise meaning.
  In a curious tract of 1674 giving an account of a sort of half-witted character of the town, he is called John Webb, alias Hop body-boody. I don’t know whether this term has anything to do with the other.
Hobson’s choice.
  “A man is said to have Hobson’s choice when he must either take what is left him, or choose whether he will have any part or no. This Hobson was a noted carrier in Cambridge, in King James’s time, who, partly by carrying, partly by grazing, raised himself to a great estate, and did much good in the town: relieving the poor, and building a public conduit in the market place.”—R. He must not be confounded with William Hobson, the Merry Londoner, who is the hero of a dull Jest Book, printed in 1607, and one of the dramatis personæ in one of T. Heywood’s plays. The carrier’s choice consisted in affording any one who applied for the hire of a horse, the option between the one next the door, and none at all. Milton, wrote this man’s epitaph. Compare Robin Hood’s Choice.
Hoist your sail when the wind is fair.  4671
Holbeach pots, Whaplode pans,
Houltan organs, Weston ting-tangs.
  Higson’s MSS. Coll., No. 214. These are four places in South Lincolnshire, and the lines are satirical of the church bells at each town.
Hold fast is the first point in hawking.  4673
Hold fast when you have it. HE.  4674
Hold him not for a good neighbour
that’s at table and wine at every hour. W.
Hold him to it buckle and thong.  4676
Hold or cut codpiece point.  4677
Hold the dish while I shed my pottage.  4678
Hold up your dagger hand.  4679
Hold your tongue, husband; let me talk that have all the wit.  4680
Holding an eel too fast is the way to let it escape.  4681
Holland’s Leaguer.
  A place of disreputable resort at the Bankside, Southwark, on the site of the ancient brothels within the jurisdiction of the See of Winchester. These were suppressed in the time of Henry VIII., but the locality preserved till a much later date its original character. Laurence Price, a popular writer of Charles II.’s time, published about 1670 a little tract called Newes from Hollands Leager, purporting to narrate its downfall. See Brayley and Britton’s Surrey, v. 310, where the error is committed of ascribing to Marmion the dramatist the rare prose tract on Holland’s Leaguer by Nicholas Goodman, 4to, 1632. Marmion published his play on the same subject in that year. An engraving of Bankside, shewing Holland’s Leaguer as it appeared in 1648, was published by Boydell in 1818.
Holt lions.
  The people of Holt in Cheshire are so called by their neighbours on account of their quarrelsome character, not without a sneer perhaps at their real courage.
Home is home, be it never so ill.
  Ballad licensed in 1569–70. Clarke, however (Parœm., 1639, p. 101), says with us, “Be it never so homely.” [Greek]. Because there we have the greatest freedom. V. Erasm. Bos alienus subinde prospectat foras.”—R.
Home is homely. HE.
        “Home is homely, yea and to homely sometyme,
Where wiues footestooles to their husbandes heads clime.”
Heywood’s Epigr. 1562, 2nd Hundr., No. 10.    
Honest as the cat when the meat is out of reach.  4686
Honest men and knaves may possibly wear the same cloth.  4687
Honest men fear neither the light nor the dark.  4688
Honest men marry soon, wise men not at all.  4689
Honest men never have the love of a rogue.  4690
Honesty is the best policy.
  North’s Life of Lord Keeper Guildford, 1740. I do not think that the North family was remarkable for its cultivation of the doctrine.
Honesty may be dear-bought, but can never be a dear pennyworth.  4692
Honey is sweet, but the bee stings.  4693
Honey is too good for a bear.
  The Spaniard says: “No es la miel para ba boca del arno.”
Honour a physician before thou hast need of him.  4695
Honour and ease lie not in one sack. H.  4696
Honour buys no beef in the market.  4697
Honour is but ancient riches.
  Breton’s Court and Country, 1618 (Roxb. Lib., repr. 190).
Honour without profit is a ring on the finger. H.  4699
Honours change manners. B. OF M. R.
  “Honores mutant mores. As poverty depresseth and debaseth a man’s mind, so great place and estate advance and enlarge it, but many times corrupt and puff it up.”—R. This saying will remind the reader of the well-known anecdote of Sir T. More and Manners, the first Earl of Rutland of that family. Honours change manners, to which the rejoinder is alleged to have been: Honores mutant Mores.
Honours nourish arts.
  The Debate between Pride and Lowlines, by T. F. (circa 1570) repr. 1841, p. 22. A mere translation of Honor alit artes.
Hooper’s hide.
        “The Bridegroom, got drunk, was knocking
  For Candles to light him to Bed:
But Robin, who found him silly,
  Most kindly took him aside;
While that his Wife with Willy
  Was playing at Hoopers-hide.”
The Winchester Wedding, a ballad, stanza 7.    
Hope helpeth.
  Lottery of 1567.
Hope is a good breakfast, but a bad supper. BACON.  4704
Hope is a lover’s staff.  4705
Hope is as cheap as despair.  4706
Hope is grief’s best music.  4707
Hope long deferred maketh the heart sick.  4708
Hope of long life,
beguileth many a good wife, quoth Hendyng.
  Reliq. Antiq., i. 116.
Hope often makes the fool blink.
        “Hope maketh fol man ofte blenkes.”
Anc. Engl. Rom. of Havelok the Dane, ed. Skeat, l. 307.    
Hope well and have well. C.
  Paradyce of Daynty Deuyses, 1578, repr. 1867, p. 92. Fuller (Gnomologia, 1732) adds: “Quoth Hickwell.” It seems to be nothing more than the Latin, Crede quod habes et habes.
Hops make or break.
  No hop-grower will have much difficulty in appreciating this proverbial dictum; an estate has been lost or won in the course of a single season; but the hop is an expensive plant to rear, and a bad year may spoil the entire crop. Vermin and mildew are the two chief dangers.
Horn mad. HE.  4713
Horner, Popham, Wyndham, and Thynne,
when the abbot went out, then they went in.
  Higson’s MSS. Coll., 173. These were the four families to whom the site of Glastonbury Abbey, Somersetshire, was granted at the Dissolution.
Horns and grey hairs do not come by years.  4715
Horse and foot.
  “To cheat horse and foot” is an expression used by Walpole in a letter of 1740 to R. West (Cunningham’s edit., i. 62).
Hot anger soon cold.
  Title of a play (now lost), by Henry Porter and others, 1598.
Hot love soon cold. HE.
  In Ralph Roister Doister, written about 1550, Christian Custance says:
        “Gay love, God save it! so soon hotte, so soone colde.”
  Edit. 1847, p. 77.
Hot men harbour no malice.  4719
Hot sup, hot swallow.  4720
How can the foal amble when the horse and mare trot? HE.  4721
How doth your whither go you?
i.e, your wife.
How many things hath he to repent of that lives long.  4723
How much the fool who goes to Rome,
excels the fool who stays at home!
  This somewhat exemplifies the common error of parents sending children of weak mental power to the University in the expectation that they will return accomplished scholars, whereas they remain, as a Cambridge examiner once said to me, much the same as they went. But it, of course, more immediately illustrates the truism, that a large proportion of persons without culture and mental training, travelling abroad, return as wise as they were before. Comp. If an ass, &c., infra.
How North Crawley her bonnet stands!
  i.e., Not straight, all on one side.—Baker’s North. Gloss., 1854, art. North Crawley.
Huge winds blow on high hills. WALKER.
  Feriuntque summos fulmina montes. Horat.—R.
Hull cheese.
  Strong ale. See Halliwell v. Hull.
Human blood is all of one colour.
  But not of one quality. See my Man Considered in Relation to God and a Church, 1905, ch. xxi.
Human laws reach not thoughts.  4729
Humble hearts have humble desires. H.  4730
Hunger and cold deliver a man up to his enemy.  4731
Hunger and thirst scarcely kill any,
but gluttony and drink kill a great many.
Hunger fetches the wolf out of the woods.
  This was exemplified in the Franco-German War of 1871, when the wolves came within a short distance of Paris.
Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.  4734
Hunger is the best sauce. C.
  Appetito non vuol salse. Ital. Il n’y a sauce que d’appetit. Fr. This proverb is reckoned among the aphorisms of Socrates: Optimum cibi condimentum fames, sitis potûs,—Cic., lib. 2 de Finibus. A fome he boa mostarda. Port.—R.
Hunger maketh hard beans soft. HE.
  “Mollea coctura jejunio fit faba dura.”—Leonine verse of the 12th cent., quoted in Wright’s Essays, 1846, i. p. 147. “Erasmus relates as a common proverb (among the Dutch, I suppose), ‘Hunger makes raw beans relish well, or taste of sugar. Manet hodiéque vulgò tritum proverbium Famem efficere ut crudæ etiam fabæ saccharum sapiant.’ Darius in his flight, drinking puddle-water defiled with dead carcases, is reported to have said, that he never drank anything that was more pleasant: for, saith the story, Neque enim sitiens unquam biberat: he never had drunk thirsty. [Greek].”—R.
Hunger pierceth stone walls. HE.  4737
Hunger will break through anything except Suffolk cheese.
  Suffolk cheese, from its poverty, is frequently the subject of much humour.—R. This point is referred to in a quaint tract called The World Bewitch’d, 1699. In his Imitations of Horace, vi. 2, Pope writes:
        “Cheese such as men in Suffolk make,
But wish’d it Stilton for his sake.”
  “The following lines on Suffolk cheese, which are very current in the county, shew at least that we are not irritable on the subject. The cheese speaks—
        “Those that made me were uncivil,
For they made me harder than the devil.
Knives won’t cut me; fire won’t sweat me;
Dogs bark at me, but can’t eat me.”
Forby’s Vocabulary, 1830, p. 424.    
Hungry dogs will eat dirty puddings. HE.
  Walker’s Parœm., 1672, p. 35. “Jejunus rarò stomachus vulgaria temnit. A la faim il n’y a point de mauvais pain.” Fr. “L’ asino chi ha fame mangia d’ogni strame.” Ital.—R.
Hungry flies bite sore. HE.
  The horse in the fable, with a galled back, desired the flies that were full might not be driven away, because hungry one would then take their places.—R.
Hungry Harborne.
  Harborne, near Birmingham, once celebrated for its keen, exacting air.
Hungry horses make a clean manger.  4742
Hungry men think the cook lazy.  4743
Hungry stewards wear mony shoon.  4744
Hunting, hawking, and love, for one joy have a hundred griefs.  4745
  A disturbance or commotion. See a note in Huth Cat. under Hake (Edward). Shakespeare introduces the expression into the song or incantation of the witches in Macbeth.
Hurry no man’s cattle; you may come to have a donkey of your own.
  Sometimes said to an impatient child.
Husband, don’t believe what you see, but what I tell you.  4748
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not. HE.  4749
Hutton an’ Huyton, Ditton an’ Hoo,
are three of the merriest towns
that ever a man rode through.
  Higson’s MSS. Coll., No. 37. Hoo, so spelt for the sake of the rhythm, is Hool in Cheshire.
Hypocrisy can find out a cloak for every rain.
  New Custome, 1573 (Dodsley’s O. P., ed. Hazlitt, iii. 30).
Hypocritical honesty goes upon stilts.  4752
I am a fool: I love anything that is good.  4753
I am at Dulcarnon. CHAUCER.
  See N. and Q., 1st S., i. 254, and v. 180.
I am in a twittering case: betwixt the devil and the deep sea.
  Walker’s Parœmiologia, 1672, p. 11. Compare Betwixt the Devil, &c.
I am loth to change my mill. Somerset.
  i.e., Eat of another dish.—R.
I am not everybody’s dog that whistles. CL.  4757
I am sorry for you, but I cannot weep.
  A formal expression of unfelt regret or grief. Three Ladies of London, 1584, Hazlitt’s Dodsley, vi. 319.
        “Luce.  Beshrew me, sir, I am sorry for your losses,
But, as the proverb says, I cannot cry.”
Knight of the Burning Pestle, 1613.    
  “I am in a sort sorry for thee, but if I should be hang’d with thee, I cannot weep.”—The Spanish Tragedy (1594), in my Dodsley, v. 84.
I am talking of hay, and you of horse beans.  4759
I am very wheamow, quoth the old woman when she stepped into the milk bowl.  4760
I’m not going to a fair to buy thee for a fool.  4761
I ask for a fork and you bring me a rake.  4762
I bear him on my back.
  That is, I remember his injuries done to me with indignation and grief, or a purpose of revenge.—R.
I can see as far into a millstone as another man.  4764
I cannot be at York and London at the same time.  4765
I cannot run and sit still at the same time.  4766
I cannot spin and weave at the same time.  4767
I can’t be your friend and your flatterer too.  4768
I cry you mercy; I have killed your cushion.
  The precise meaning of this phrase, once evidently employed in a proverbial sense and manner, is rather obscure. See Lyly’s Mother Bombie, 1592:
          “Half.  Theres glicke for you, let mee have my girde;
On thy conscience tell me what it is o’clocke?
  Sil.  I crie you mercy, I have kil’d your cushan.”
Nares (ed. 1859, in voce) gives no satisfactory explanation.
I cry you mercy; I took you for a join’d [joint] stool. CL.  4770
I deny that with both my hands and all my teeth.  4771
I do what I can, quoth the fellow, when he threshed in his cloak. CL.  4772
I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heir. H.  4773
I gave you a stick to break my own head with.  4774
I had no thought of catching you when I fished for another.  4775
I had rather be fed with jack-boots than with such stories.  4776
I had rather it had wrung you by the nose than me by the belly.  4777
I had rather my cake burn, than you should turn it.  4778
I had rather ride on the ass that carries me, than on the horse that throws me. H.  4779
I had rather your room as your company.
  Marriage of Wit and Wisdom (circa 1570), Shakesp. Sec. ed. 27. The expression also occurs in Grim the Collier of Croydon, written about 1600. iv. 1.
I have a bone in my arm.  4781
I have a cold coal to blow at.  4782
I have a good bow, but I can’t come at it.  4783
I have a good cloak; but it’s in France.  4784
I have a tangled skein of it to wind off.  4785
I have cured her from lying in the hedge, quoth the good man, when he had wed his daughter.  4786
I have dined as well as my Lord Mayor of London.
  That is, though not so dubiously or daintily, on variety of costly dishes, yet as comfortably, as contentedly, according to the rule, Satis est quod sufficit.—R.
I have eggs on the spit.
  I am very busy. Eggs, if they be well roasted, require much turning.—R. Compare There goes, &c.
I have got the bent of his bow. WALKER.  4789
I have got the length of his foot.  4790
I have known him when he was but an oilman. WALKER.  4791
I have lived too near a wood to be frightened by owls.  4792
I have lost all and found myself. CL.  4793
I have more to do than a dish to wash.  4794
I have other fish to fry.  4795
I have paid my shot.
  “Shot” is a common mode of expression among the commonalty to denote a reckoning, &c. “I have paid my shot,” or rather “scot,” from “scottum,” a tax or contribution, a shot.—Nicholson and Burn’s Westmoreland and Cumberland, quoted by Brady.
I have said my prayers in the other corner. Devon.
  This phrase is in common use in cases where a person only partially fills any utensil, as a jug or a milk-bowl.
I have shot my bolt.
  “The implement shot from the cross-bow is called by the French a quadrel, and by the English a bolt. This arrow, I am informed, is still used in some parts of the country, chiefly in Norfolk, in shooting rabbits, which do not take so general an alarm as when a gun is fired off.”—Editor of Brady’s Varieties of Literature, 1826. Comp. A fool’s bolt, &c.
I have victualled my camp.  4799
I hope better, quoth Benson, when his wife bid him come in, cuckold.  4800
I hope I may tie up my own sack when I please.  4801
I killed her for good will, said Scott, when he killed his neighbour’s mare.  4802
I know best where the shoe wringeth me.
  “But I wot best wher wryngith me my scho.”—Chaucer, Marchandes Tale, l. 399. Clarke, in his Parœmiologia, 1639, gives it, “Every man knows where his own shoe wringeth him.”
I know enough to hold my tongue, but not to speak.  4804
I know he’ll come by his long tarrying.  4805
I know him as well as if I had gone through him with a lighted link.  4806
I know him not should I meet him in my pottage dish.  4807
I know no more than the Pope.
  See N. and Q., 3rd S., iv. 318.
I know of nobody that has a mind to die this year.  4809
I know what I do when I drink.  4810
I like writing with a peacock’s quill, because its feathers are all eyes.  4811
I live, and lords do no more.  4812
I love thee like pudding; if thou wert pie I would eat thee.  4813
I love you well, but touch not my pocket.  4814


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