breton peasants proverbs
what you give to the earth, she returns to you tripled in gold
ah, spiders! may she eat all the slugs, children of night away and grow fat and strong. before the daylight kills her!
the richest manure should be given to the fields owned by our Lord.
I hope you taste your own poison.
there is always a snake listening in the faimly business in the bushes.
may the mounds of family never be sealed!
spring is the time to prepare for Harvest.
the king lies dead under the hill.
five medicines, seven ills.
may wise sages find the cure in the vines.
grape is the bounty of earth.
ruddy wine in the cup, king on the earthly throne!
drink and eat, rest, tomorrow we may go back to the black soil in peace.
fallen leaves gather at the root.
go gently into dark night without fear, earth is a caring mother who shall bring you peace in death.
death is a new beginning, Summer comes a-sowing.
if you are bitten by a snake, you might as well bite back and see if it cures you.
Chance! Chance! (french pronunciation) Make something of yourself outside your home town, and come back to rest in rich old age upon home soil!
Endure through manifold wheels of chance, spend many a winters, the day soil turns wet and black will come fit for ploughing and sowing.
Sow plenty, eat till the belly is full.
if your belly is empty, rest. Wait for good Chance to bring you food in the wild!
nemo ne impune lassit
bring back honour and treasure to your family grave!
it is not death if there is a bit of dust in your soup.
children bring fortune to the hearth, harvest bring food to the table. seeds always provides.
if you get cut, put some salve on the wounds.
when life gives you a bad harvest, play some music to sheors tone and drink beer for one night. tomorrow find some games in the forest and sell their pelt and eat their meat.
no worry for going hungry when there is a mountain behind your back and woods close to your home.
good King brings fishes for good