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Children and fooles can not ly.
John Heywood
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Might have gone further and have fared worse.
John Heywood
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The wrong sow by th' eare.
John Heywood
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Like will to like.
John Heywood
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The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.
John Heywood
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Ill wéede growth fast.
John Heywood
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Love me litle, love me long.
John Heywood
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One good turne asketh another.
John Heywood
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I know on which side my bread is buttred.
John Heywood
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Set the cart before the horse.
John Heywood
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Looke or ye leape.
John Heywood
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The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; The happy man's without a shirt.
John Heywood
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Cut my cote after my cloth.
John Heywood
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There is no fire without some smoke.
John Heywood
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You stand in your owne light.
John Heywood
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And also I shall to reueng former hurtis, Hold their noses to grinstone, and syt on theyr skurtis.
John Heywood
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What man, loue me, loue me dog.
John Heywood
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She frieth in her owne grease.
John Heywood
