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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 186b73d | This hitteth the nayle on the hed. | John Heywood | ||
| 5f022fc | God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat. | John Heywood | ||
| 91e9232 | More frayd then hurt. | John Heywood | ||
| 1b53a7c | Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone. | John Heywood | ||
| d3ab3a8 | The wise man sayth, store is no sore. | John Heywood | ||
| a2a4e19 | Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne. | John Heywood | ||
| daf9f9d | Rule the rost. | John Heywood | ||
| b60a561 | Better to give then to take. | John Heywood | ||
| f94cda1 | No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth. | John Heywood | ||
| a0d089a | I perfectly feele even at my fingers end. | John Heywood | ||
| 843d7e7 | We both be at our wittes end. | John Heywood | ||
| 35093d5 | Reckeners without their host must recken twice. | John Heywood | ||
| 0774087 | A day after the faire. | John Heywood | ||
| c9fa5d7 | Cut my cote after my cloth. | John Heywood | ||
| 2ab08aa | Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me. | John Heywood | ||
| e9fc883 | A short horse is soone currid. | John Heywood | ||
| 22cd2e2 | She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring. | John Heywood | ||
| 1e8d460 | Shee had seene far in a milstone. | John Heywood | ||
| 3c054af | When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre. | John Heywood | ||
| 6599036 | Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after. | John Heywood | ||
| 9ff9805 | She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. | John Heywood | ||
| f3b224a | The still sowe eats up all the draffe. | John Heywood | ||
| 759dae6 | It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh. | John Heywood | ||
| 527d87e | Beggars should be no choosers. | John Heywood | ||
| 67bffdb | Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill. | John Heywood | ||
| 4b3b38e | The rolling stone never gathereth mosse. | John Heywood | ||
| 3c4078b | To robbe Peter and pay Poule. | John Heywood | ||
| 9feded6 | A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will. | John Heywood | ||
| 570397f | Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe. | John Heywood | ||
| 5832296 | The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete. | John Heywood | ||
| e79b228 | While the grasse groweth the horse starveth. | John Heywood | ||
| cd827ba | Rome was not built in one day. | John Heywood | ||
| c737552 | Yee have many strings to your bowe. | John Heywood | ||
| 7f5f88d | Many small make a great. | John Heywood | ||
| e90acb8 | Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. | John Heywood | ||
| f54ef6f | Better is halfe a lofe than no bread. | John Heywood | ||
| 82f3fbe | Nought venter nought have. | John Heywood | ||
| 02d1996 | Children and fooles cannot lye. | John Heywood | ||
| 3850e72 | Set all at sixe and seven. | John Heywood | ||
| a017021 | All is fish that comth to net. | John Heywood | ||
| 19d2186 | Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife? | John Heywood | ||
| 6adc413 | One good turne asketh another. | John Heywood | ||
| 39d048b | She frieth in her owne grease. | John Heywood | ||
| 50b2ec5 | I pray thee let me and my fellow haveA haire of the dog that bit us last night. | John Heywood |