Every dog has i t s day.
Every hor se thinks his own pack he avi e st .
Ever y littl e helps .
Every man fo r hims elf , an d God f o r us al l .
Faint hea r t never won fai r la dy .
Fai r wor ds butter no par s nips .
Fine feathers make fin e bi r ds .
Foll ow the r iver an d yo u will get to the se a .
Fools bui l d hou se s, an d wis e me n live i n them .
Fo r every evi l under the sun , ther e is a r emedy, o r ther e i s none ; If ther e be one, t ry an d fin d i t ; if ther e be none, never mind i t .
Fo r want of a nai l the shoe is l ost ; fo r want o f a shoe the hor se is l ost fo r want Of a horse the rider i s l ost .
Bobby Shaft o ’ s gone t o se a, With si lver b uckl es at his knee
He ’ 11 com e back an d marry me , Pr etty Bobby Shaf to !
Bobby Shaft o ’ 8 f at an d fai r , Combing o ut his yellow hair,
He ’ s my love f o r eve rmo re ,
Pr etty Bobby Shaf to !
Every la dy in this l and
Has twenty nai l s upon e ach han d
Five an d t wenty on hands an d fee t .
All thi s i s tr ue Without de ce it .
Gre at A, littl e a,
Bou ncing B
The cat ’ s in t he cupbo ard,
An d she can ’ t se e .
Hark, har k,
The dogs do bar k,
The beggar s ar e c omi n g to
Som e in r ags,
So m e in j ags,
And so me i n velvet gowns .
Sing a song Of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye ;
Four an d twenty blackbirds
Baked i n a pi e ;
When the pie was opene d,
The bi r ds began to sing ;
Was not that a dainty dish
To se t be for e the king
The ki n g was in the parlor, Counting o ut his money ;
The queen was i n the kitche n , Eating br ea d an d honey ;
The maid was i n the gar den, Hanging o ut the clothe s
Ther e came a li t tl e blac kbi r d, And snipped o ff he r nose .
Jenny was so mad, She did n ’ t know what t o do ; She put he r finger i n he r e ar , An d cracked i t right i n two .
Hickory, dicko ry, dock,
The mouse ra n up the cl ock,
The clock struck one,
The m ouse r an down ;
Hickory, dicko ry, do ck .
Ho t - cr oss buns ! Hot- cr oss buns