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All is fish that comth to net.

John Heywood

Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?

John Heywood

One good turne asketh another.

John Heywood

By hooke or crooke.

John Heywood

She frieth in her owne grease.

John Heywood

Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.

John Heywood

I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A haire of the dog that bit us last night.

John Heywood

But in deede,
A friend is never knowne till a man have neede.

John Heywood

This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.

John Heywood

New brome swepth cleene.

John Heywood

All thing is the woorse for the wearing.

John Heywood

Burnt child fire dredth.

John Heywood

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.

John Heywood

Love me litle, love me long.

John Heywood

A fooles bolt is soone shot.

John Heywood

A woman hath nine lives like a cat.

John Heywood

A peny for your thought.

John Heywood

You stand in your owne light.

John Heywood

Though chaunge be no robbry.

John Heywood

Might have gone further and have fared worse.

John Heywood

The grey mare is the better horse.

John Heywood

Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.

John Heywood

Small pitchers have wyde eares.

John Heywood

Many hands make light warke.

John Heywood

The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.

John Heywood

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