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It is better to beAn old man's derling than a yong man's werling.
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Throw no gyft agayne at the geuers head, For better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
John Heywood
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Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.
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A woman hath nyne lyues like a cat.
John Heywood -
It had need to beeA wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.
John Heywood -
True (quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone, Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone, But better late than neuer to repent this, To late (quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is, Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable durre.
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Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.
John Heywood -
The tide tarrieth no man.
John Heywood
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When all candles be out, all cats be grey.
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The wise man sayth, store is no sore.
John Heywood -
That muche is my bowe bent to shoote at these marks, And kyll feare, when the sky falth we shall haue larks.
John Heywood -
I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.
John Heywood -
Proue thy fréende er thou haue néede, but in déede A fréende is neuer knoen tyll a man haue néede.
John Heywood -
Than farewell riches, the fat is in the fire, And neuer shall I to like riches aspire.
John Heywood
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Set the cart before the horse.
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Lyke a pyckpurs pilgrim, ye prie and ye proule At rouers, to rob Peter and paie Poule.
John Heywood -
And ones their hastie heate a littell controlde, Than perceiue they well, hotte love soone colde. And whan hasty witlesse mirth is mated weele, Good to be mery and wise, they thinke and feele.
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The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.
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The wrong sow by th' eare.
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Might have gone further and have fared worse.
John Heywood