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Be the day never so long,Evermore at last they ring to evensong.
John Heywood
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Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
John Heywood
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All a green willow, willow,All a green willow is my garland.
John Heywood
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It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh.
John Heywood
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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
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A peny for your thought.
John Heywood
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Beaten with his owne rod.
John Heywood
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Time is tickell, and out of sight out of minde. Than catche and holde while I may, fast binde fast finde.
John Heywood
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Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness.
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.
John Heywood
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He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.
John Heywood
