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God ne'er sent Mouths but he sent Meat alway,
After fowl Weather followes a fair day.
That Man falls law that ne'er again duz Rise,

665

670

Hope weell and have weell, is said by the Wise.
I ne'er fear but Fortune again will smile,
If we can have but patience for a while.
We sall heve Luck golore, tack thou neay Care,
Though we at present be but varra Bare.
Some Rise and some do fall strangely, we see;
Give a man Luck and thraw him into'th Sea.
Here's good Tobacco, Wife, it cost a prindle;
How mun I leet my Pipe, Whaugh! here's nea Ingle.
M. What need you Rame seay? you see 'th fire's gane; 675
Poul out your Touchwood, box, Steel, & flint-stane,
Then strike a Fire and leet a Seave, I reed,
And smeauke your Pipe before we gang to Bed.

680

F. Unfest my Collar-poynt, Wife; Than let us Kiss, And pray for Love, mell them whore ther nean is. What din is yon, lets gang to'th deaur, good wife, And Lithe; yonders some Flight, I lay my Life. M. Marry, Husband, you have a special guess, Hark you what warke yonder's 'tween Nell & Bess.

664. B. fown (!). B. follows. B. heve patience.

676. B. steane.

684

668.

674. B. na (for nea).

666. B. Whope well; well.
672. B. throw.
677. A. a Fire; B. Fire.

[Next follows a dialogue more coarse than dialectal, which is of little value. It bears the title]:

A Cruel Flight begins

A-mel tweay former Friends.

N. Thou Ugly [Jade], what wark made thou last Neet, 685 Thou deserves douking if thou had thy Reet.

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[The former friends' are Nan and Bess, who exhaust their vocabularies of abuse in a 'fliting' or scoldingmatch, and then proceed to blows. Bess gets the worst of it, and cries for help :]-

Murder, Murder, good Neighbours, help me seaun,
She Bites and Scrats, Ise flaid Ise be undeaun;
Weay worth this [Jade], she's riven all my pinner,
My Coife, and Hankercher, as Ise a Sinner.
Ile mack thee pay for this, [Nan], Ile be sworn;
Ile have a Warrant for the Jade to-Moarn.

755

Nan. What? prates ta still, wad ta have mare yet, Trull ? Before I gang, thou's have thy Belly-full.

760

What? runs ta, [Bess], hesta gitten'th deaur Sporne,
Ile have another Bout with thee, to-Morne! ...
I think I've wheested thee, [Bess], for this Neet;

765

Thou sal be seaur of mare next time we meet. . . .

If ever I git thee in my Clutches,

Ile mack the[e] fit, Jade, to gang on Crutches.

774

[This concludes the 'Flighting'; after which follows, in two lines]:

The Authors Conclusion.

My Papers at an end; Ile take my Ease;

Here's too much paines bestow'd, unless it please. 776

FINIS.

[Here follow 'Some observations concerning the Dialect, &c. in the East-Riding of Yorkshire.' These remarks were due to Mr. Francis Brokesby, and agree, word for word, with the Remarks occurring in Brokesby's letter to Ray, already reprinted for the E. D. S. at p. 7 of my reprint of Ray's Glossaries (1874).]

Here followeth a Collection of Significant and usefull Proverbs, some of which are a[p]propriated to Yorkshire. As Blake (i.e. yellow) as a paigle.

Hee'll never dow (i.e. be good), Egg nor bird.
As flat as a flaun (i. e. a Custard).

I'll foreheet (i. e. predetermine) nothing but Building of Churches, and Louping over them.

5 Meeterly (Indifferently), as Maids are in fairness. Weel and woemen cannot pan (i. e. Close together); but way and Woemen can.

A Scauld head is seaun broken.

Awd Men are twice Bairnes (Children).

As dead as a Deaur-Naile.

IO A Vaunter1 and a Lyar is baith yay thing.

A feauls bolt is seaun shot.

A Geen Horse sud not be leauk'd in the Mouth.

A Careless hussie macks monny Thieves.

A Wool-Seller kens whore a Woul-buyer lives.

15 As the Sew fills, the draff Sowers.

A New Bissome Sweeps clean.

1 More correctly, 'Avaunter.' "Avauntour and a lyere, al is on.'

So in Chaucer's Troilus, iii. 309:

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An ill Servant will never be a good Master.

An hyred Horse tyred never.

A Horse may Stumble on four feet.

20 All things hes an end, and a pudding hes twa.

A Friend is not knawn but in need.

Better sit idle then work teaum (i.e. for nothing).
Better one Bird in hand than twa in a Bush.

Better say here it is, nor here it was.

25 Better heve a Mouse in the Pot as neay Flesh.
Cats eat that which Sluts Spares.
Comparisons are Odious.

Draff is good eneugh for Swine.

A Hungry Dog is fain of a dirty Pudding. 30 A Reeking house and a Scawding Wife

Will mack yan weary of his Life.

Foul words break neay Banes.

A pare of good Spurs to a Borrowed Horse is better

than a Peck of Haver.

The best is best to speak teau.

As nimble as a Cat on a haite Back-stane.

35 Seaun awd, lang young.

A Mile and a wea bit.

Neay faire words in Flighting.

Faire words macks Feauls faine.

Love me and love my Dogg.

40 As good comes behind as gangs before.

The still sew Eats all the draft.

Every Man knaws best whore his Sheaw wrings.

After Witt comes ower late.

For love of the Nurse the Bairn gets mony a Cuss.

45 Fair words Butter neay Parsnebs.

Feauls mack Feasts and Wisemen eat them.

Fidlers Doggs and Flies come to Feasts uncal'd.
God never sends Mouths but he sends meat.

Geay flay the Geese.

50 He mon heve leave to speak that cannot haud his Tongue. He that spares to speak spares to speed.

He that speaks the things he sud not, hears the things

he wad not.

He is not the Feaul that the Feaul is, but he that

with the Feaul deals.

He is a Feaul that forgets himself.

55 He mun heve a lang-Shafted speaun that sups kail with the Devil.

He that hes Goud may buy Land.

Haste macks waste.

He that Marries a slut Eats mickle durt.
Hame is hamely, an't be neer seay poor.

60 He that Fishes afore the net

Lang [may] Fish or he Fish get.

He that gives all his geir to his bairns
May tack a mell and knock out his harnes.
He sees an Inch before his Nose.

As angry as if he had p-ed on a Nettle.
Mony hands macks leet wark.

65 Live and let live.

Honours Changes manners.

Men are blind in their awn Cause.

Penny Wise, pound Feaulish.

Thrust your Arm neay farther than your sleve will reach.

70 Sike a Man, sike a Master.

Leet gaines macks a hevy purse.

Send him to the Sea and he will not git Watter.

Twa hungry Maels macks the third a glutton.

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