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So many heads so many wits.
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
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A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.
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Love me litle, love me long.
John Heywood
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Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
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A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will.
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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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Cut my cote after my cloth.
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Beware of, Had I wist.
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He that will not whan he may, Whan he would, he shall haue nay.
John Heywood
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There is no fyre without some smoke.
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The grey mare is the better horse.
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Many hands make light work.
John Heywood -
Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
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All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.
John Heywood
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Yee have many strings to your bowe.
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
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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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One good turne asketh another.
John Heywood