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To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.
John Heywood
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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
John Heywood
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A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will.
John Heywood
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God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.
John Heywood
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Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
John Heywood
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To robbe Peter and pay Poule.
John Heywood
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So many heads so many wits.
John Heywood
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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
John Heywood
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For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.
John Heywood
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All is fish that comth to net.
John Heywood
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An yll wynde that blowth no man to good.
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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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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Yee have many strings to your bowe.
John Heywood
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
John Heywood
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Ill weede growth fast.
John Heywood
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
John Heywood
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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
John Heywood
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The grey mare is the better horse.
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
