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A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
John Heywood
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
John Heywood
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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
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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
John Heywood
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Though chaunge be no robbry.
John Heywood
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He that will not whan he may, Whan he would, he shall haue nay.
John Heywood
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For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.
John Heywood
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This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.
John Heywood
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By hooke or crooke.
John Heywood
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A short horse is soone currid.
John Heywood
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A heare of the dog that bote vs last night.
John Heywood
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It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh.
John Heywood
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Rome was not built in one daie (quoth he) and yet stood Till it was finist, as some say, full faire.
John Heywood
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Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.
John Heywood
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Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.
John Heywood
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Yee have many strings to your bowe.
John Heywood
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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
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Be the day never so long,Evermore at last they ring to evensong.
John Heywood
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We both be at our wittes end.
John Heywood
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More frayd then hurt.
John Heywood
