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Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.
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Ill wéede growth fast.
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All thing is the woorse for the wearing.
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Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.
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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
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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.
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I know on which side my bread is buttred.
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So many heads so many wits.
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This hitteth the nayle on the hed.
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A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
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All is fish that comth to net.
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No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.
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To hold with the hare and run with the hound.
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You stand in your owne light.
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New brome swepth cleene.
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
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Burnt child fire dredth.
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And while I at length debate and beate the bushe, There shall steppe in other men, and catche the burdes, And by long time lost in many vayne wurdes.
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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.