John Heywood

And also I shall to reueng former hurtis, Hold their noses to grinstone, and syt on theyr skurtis.

Better to give then to take.

A day after the faire.

Than farewell riches, the fat is in the fire, And neuer shall I to like riches aspire.

I know on which side my bread is buttred.

To hold with the hare and run with the hound.

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.

Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.

Children learne to créepe er they can learne to go.

Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.

Ka me, ka the, one good tourne askth an other.

No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.

There is no fyre without some smoke.

It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.

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