John Heywood quotes - page 4

One swallow maketh not summer. (John Heywood)
Much water goeth by the mill That the miller knoweth not of.
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He that will not whan he may, Whan he would, he shall haue nay.
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Nought venter nought have.
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It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
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I pray thee let me and my fellow have A haire of the dog that bit us last night.
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Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee That wilfully will neither heare nor see?
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Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?
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Than farewell riches, the fat is in the fire, And neuer shall I to like riches aspire.
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Yes yes (quoth she) for all those wyse woordis vttred, I know on which syde my bread is buttred. But there will no butter cleaue on my breade. And on my bread any butter to be spreade. Euery promise that thou therin dost vtter, Is as sure as it were sealed with butter.
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To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray. (John Heywood)
It is a deere collop That is cut out of th' owne flesh.
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Well aunt (quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.
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The mo the merier, we all daie here and sée Ye, but the fewer the better fare (said hée)
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If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
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Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.
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Two heddis are better then one.
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To hold with the hare and run with the hound.
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And ones their hastie heate a littell controlde, Than perceiue they well, hotte love soone colde. And whan hasty witlesse mirth is mated weele, Good to be mery and wise, they thinke and feele.
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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.
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She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. (John Heywood)
All thing is the woorse for the wearing.
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Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.
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Who hopeth in Gods helpe, his helpe can not starte: Nothing is impossible to a willyng hart, And will maie wyn my herte, herein to consent, To take all thinges as it cometh, and be content.
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Rome was not built in one daie (quoth he) and yet stood Till it was finist, as some say, full faire.
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