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The nere to the churche, the ferther from God.
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She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.
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Be the day never so long,Evermore at last they ring to evensong.
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By hooke or crooke.
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Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.
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Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness.
John Heywood
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More frayd then hurt.
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The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.
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A heare of the dog that bote vs last night.
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When the iron is hot, strike.
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Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.
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For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.
John Heywood
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Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
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You stand in your owne light.
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This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.
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Better to give then to take.
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... Better is to boow then breake. It hurteth not the tounge to geue fayre wurdis. The rough net is not the best catcher of Burdis. Sense ye can nought wyn, if ye can not please, Best is to suffre: For of sufferance comth ease.
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One swallow maketh not summer.
John Heywood
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Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (quoth hée) And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (quoth shée) Sens tyt for tat (quoth I) on euen hand is set.
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A peny for your thought.
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Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.
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Well aunt (quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.
John Heywood