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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
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A short horse is soone currid.
John Heywood
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Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe, With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
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A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
John Heywood -
Nought venter nought have.
John Heywood -
A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will.
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All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.
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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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Love me litle, love me long.
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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.
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The mo the merier, we all daie here and sée Ye, but the fewer the better fare (said hée)
John Heywood -
God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.
John Heywood -
An yll wynde that blowth no man to good.
John Heywood -
To hold with the hare and run with the hound.
John Heywood
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One good turne asketh another.
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By hooke or crooke.
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To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.
John Heywood -
Yee have many strings to your bowe.
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Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
John Heywood -
Have yee him on the hip.
John Heywood
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We both be at our wittes end.
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Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke, Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in, Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn.
John Heywood -
When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
John Heywood