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843d7e7
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We both be at our wittes end.
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35093d5
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Reckeners without their host must recken twice.
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John Heywood |
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0774087
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A day after the faire.
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John Heywood |
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c9fa5d7
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Cut my cote after my cloth.
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John Heywood |
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2ab08aa
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Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me.
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John Heywood |
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e9fc883
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A short horse is soone currid.
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John Heywood |
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22cd2e2
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She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.
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John Heywood |
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1e8d460
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Shee had seene far in a milstone.
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John Heywood |
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3c054af
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When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.
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John Heywood |
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6599036
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Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
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John Heywood |
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9ff9805
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.
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John Heywood |
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f3b224a
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The still sowe eats up all the draffe.
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John Heywood |
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759dae6
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It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh.
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John Heywood |
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527d87e
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Beggars should be no choosers.
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John Heywood |
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67bffdb
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Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.
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John Heywood |
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4b3b38e
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The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.
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John Heywood |
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3c4078b
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To robbe Peter and pay Poule.
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John Heywood |
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9feded6
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A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will.
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John Heywood |
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570397f
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Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.
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John Heywood |
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5832296
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The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.
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John Heywood |
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e79b228
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While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
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John Heywood |
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cd827ba
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Rome was not built in one day.
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John Heywood |
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c737552
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Yee have many strings to your bowe.
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John Heywood |
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7f5f88d
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Many small make a great.
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John Heywood |
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e90acb8
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Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.
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John Heywood |
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f54ef6f
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Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
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John Heywood |
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82f3fbe
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Nought venter nought have.
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John Heywood |
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02d1996
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Children and fooles cannot lye.
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John Heywood |
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3850e72
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Set all at sixe and seven.
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John Heywood |
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a017021
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All is fish that comth to net.
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John Heywood |
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19d2186
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Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?
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John Heywood |
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6adc413
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One good turne asketh another.
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John Heywood |
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39d048b
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She frieth in her owne grease.
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John Heywood |
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50b2ec5
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I pray thee let me and my fellow haveA haire of the dog that bit us last night.
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John Heywood |
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b9bffe7
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New brome swepth cleene.
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John Heywood |
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f984336
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Burnt child fire dredth.
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John Heywood |
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a1eb225
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All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.
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John Heywood |
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182ec3b
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Love me litle, love me long.
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John Heywood |
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53ed9a8
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A fooles bolt is soone shot.
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John Heywood |
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bed86a6
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A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
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John Heywood |
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2b13b4e
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Might have gone further and have fared worse.
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John Heywood |
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b01bd71
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The grey mare is the better horse.
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John Heywood |
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851f889
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Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.
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John Heywood |
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d4cb100
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Small pitchers have wyde eares.
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John Heywood |