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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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For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.
John Heywood
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So many heads so many wits.
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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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
John Heywood
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Enough is as good as a feast.
John Heywood
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An yll wynde that blowth no man to good.
John Heywood
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
John Heywood
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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
John Heywood
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
John Heywood
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Ye set circumquaques to make me beleue Or thinke, that the moone is made of gréene chéese.
John Heywood
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And also I shall to reueng former hurtis, Hold their noses to grinstone, and syt on theyr skurtis.
John Heywood
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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
John Heywood
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Love me litle, love me long.
John Heywood
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Ill weede growth fast.
John Heywood
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All is fish that comth to net.
John Heywood
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Who hopeth in Gods helpe, his helpe can not starte: Nothing is impossible to a willyng hart, And will maie wyn my herte, herein to consent, To take all thinges as it cometh, and be content.
John Heywood
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Beware of, Had I wist.
John Heywood
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
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
