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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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To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.
John Heywood
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Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
John Heywood
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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
John Heywood
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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
John Heywood
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To robbe Peter and pay Poule.
John Heywood
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For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.
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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Ill weede growth fast.
John Heywood
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Yee have many strings to your bowe.
John Heywood
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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.
John Heywood
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An yll wynde that blowth no man to good.
John Heywood
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
John Heywood
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So many heads so many wits.
John Heywood
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All is fish that comth to net.
John Heywood
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Som thingis that prouoke young men to wed in haste, Show after weddyng, that hast maketh waste.
John Heywood
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The grey mare is the better horse.
John Heywood
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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
John Heywood
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
John Heywood
