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Cut my cote after my cloth.
John Heywood
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Two heddis are better then one.
John Heywood
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Ill wéede growth fast.
John Heywood
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.
John Heywood
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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.
John Heywood
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No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.
John Heywood
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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
John Heywood
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To hold with the hare and run with the hound.
John Heywood
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All thing is the woorse for the wearing.
John Heywood
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Have yee him on the hip.
John Heywood
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God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.
John Heywood
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This hitteth the nayle on the hed.
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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A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
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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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
John Heywood
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So many heads so many wits.
John Heywood
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Beware of, Had I wist.
John Heywood
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If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
John Heywood
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
John Heywood
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Burnt child fire dredth.
John Heywood
