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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2b13b4e | Might have gone further and have fared worse. | John Heywood | ||
| b01bd71 | The grey mare is the better horse. | John Heywood | ||
| 851f889 | Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away. | John Heywood | ||
| d4cb100 | Small pitchers have wyde eares. | John Heywood | ||
| 6555975 | Many hands make light warke. | John Heywood | ||
| 7c8fff7 | The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men. | John Heywood | ||
| fbde779 | Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne. | John Heywood | ||
| 13f6c85 | There is no fire without some smoke. | John Heywood | ||
| 1e2206a | One swallow maketh not summer. | John Heywood | ||
| 609643d | Fieldes have eies and woods have eares. | John Heywood | ||
| f1084d4 | A cat may looke on a King. | John Heywood | ||
| 9462aa2 | It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest. | John Heywood | ||
| 4925f54 | Have yee him on the hip. | John Heywood | ||
| 20102b9 | Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill. | John Heywood | ||
| 456d615 | It had need to beeA wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare. | John Heywood | ||
| 8f9c940 | Time trieth troth in every doubt. | John Heywood | ||
| 181a338 | Mad as a march hare. | John Heywood | ||
| 5cf83c3 | Much water goeth by the millThat the miller knoweth not of. | John Heywood | ||
| d2876dc | He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive. | John Heywood | ||
| 501dbaa | Set the cart before the horse. | John Heywood | ||
| b840cc4 | The moe the merrier. | John Heywood | ||
| fbe2d6e | To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray. | John Heywood | ||
| 562dc6e | It is better to beAn old man's derling than a yong man's werling. | John Heywood | ||
| 9bfb774 | Be the day never so long,Evermore at last they ring to evensong. | John Heywood | ||
| aef5aa6 | The moone is made of a greene cheese. | John Heywood | ||
| 677794e | I know on which side my bread is buttred. | John Heywood | ||
| 647dc34 | It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone. | John Heywood | ||
| 84efefe | Who is so deafe or so blinde as is heeThat wilfully will neither heare nor see? | John Heywood | ||
| 9d6f93f | The wrong sow by th' eare. | John Heywood | ||
| e272240 | Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother. | John Heywood | ||
| 108a68a | essentially, NASA was quite colorblind. If you could do the job, that was what mattered. | John Hirasaki | ||
| ebb1923 | I am far from being such a Judge as shall lay any intolerable yoke upon any one's neck. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 0798a93 | We cannot make a law, we must go according to the law. That must be our rule and direction. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 69394f6 | To excuse himself from damage, must say, was ready always and at all times. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| e9b473b | A gentleman of Lincoln's-inn. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 56aa150 | Shall we relieve a man, that trusts when he needs not? | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 859ebc6 | It is a disparagement of the Government, who put an ill man into office. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| f5ba069 | He whose dirt it is must keep it that it may not trespass. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 18fcc67 | Surely the navy must be the navy royal. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 409fd34 | Where a man has but one remedy to come at his right, if he loses that he loses his right. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 40970f4 | Every man that is injured ought to have his recompence. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| a25faf3 | If it be a matter within our jurisdiction, we are bound by our oaths to judge of it. | John Holt (Lord Chief Justice) | ||
| 61e0441 | Love what we see can from our sight remove,And things invisible are seen by Love. | John Hoole | ||
| b979a3b | What has that wretched damsel left to boast,What good on earth, whose virtuous praise is lost? | John Hoole |