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He that will not whan he may, Whan he would, he shall haue nay.
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.
John Heywood
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Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
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Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
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Beggars should be no choosers.
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Cut my cote after my cloth.
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Burnt child fire dredth.
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Thrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.
John Heywood
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The grey mare is the better horse.
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All thing is the woorse for the wearing.
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There is no fire without some smoke.
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No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.
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A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
John Heywood
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There is no fyre without some smoke.
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
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Ye set circumquaques to make me beleue Or thinke, that the moone is made of gréene chéese.
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To robbe Peter and pay Poule.
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Yes yes (quoth she) for all those wyse woordis vttred, I know on which syde my bread is buttred. But there will no butter cleaue on my breade. And on my bread any butter to be spreade. Euery promise that thou therin dost vtter, Is as sure as it were sealed with butter.
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
John Heywood