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Happy man, happy dole.
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Let the world slide, let the world go;A fig for care, and a fig for woe!If I can't pay, why I can owe,And death makes equal the high and low.
John Heywood
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… I write for this Remembering and considering what the pith is, That by remembrance of these proverbs may grow. In this tale, erst talked with a friend, I show As many of them as we could fitly find Falling to purpose, that might fall in mind.
John Heywood -
Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.
John Heywood -
A penny for your thought.
John Heywood -
Shee had seene far in a milstone.
John Heywood -
Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.
John Heywood -
I pray thee let me and my fellow haveA haire of the dog that bit us last night.
John Heywood
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Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me.
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Ye can not sée the wood for trées.
John Heywood -
A day after the faire.
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Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.
John Heywood -
Wedding is destiny, and hanging likewise.
John Heywood -
Time trieth troth in every doubt.
John Heywood
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She speaketh as she would créepe into your bosome. And when the meale mouth hath woon the bottome of your stomake, than will the pickthanke it tell To your most enmies, you to bye and fell. To tell tales out of schoole, that is hir great lust. Looke what she knowth, blab it wist, out it must.
John Heywood -
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
John Heywood -
A cat may looke on a King.
John Heywood -
A sleveless errand.
John Heywood -
Rome was not built in one day.
John Heywood -
Praie and shifte eche one for him selfe, as he can. Euery man for him selfe, and god for us all.
John Heywood
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A man maie well bring a horse to the water, but he can not make him drinke without he will.
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The moone is made of a greene cheese.
John Heywood -
Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?
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Throw no gyft agayne at the geuers head, For better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
John Heywood