Curtesie is cumbersom to them that kens it not.

Come it aire, come it late, in May comes the Cow-quake.

Court to the Town, and whore to the window.

Calk is na sheares.

Clap a carle on the culs, and he will shit in your louf.

Cadgers speaks of lead saddles.

Changing of works is lighting of hearts.

Charge your friend ere you need.

Cats eats that Hussies spares.

Cast not forth the old water while the new come in.

Cease your snow balls casting.

Crabbit was, and cause had.

Comparisons are odious.

Cold cools the love that kindles over hot.

Cut duels in every Town.

Condition makes, and condition breakes.

Come not to the councell uncalled.

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