John Heywood Quotes

I know on which side my bread is buttred.

The wrong sow by th' eare.

For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell.

Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.

It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.

Well aunt (quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.

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

Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.

Enough is as good as a feast.

Be the day never so long,
Evermore at last they ring to evensong.

Shee had seene far in a milstone.

When the iron is hot, strike.

Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.

She speaketh as she would créepe into your bosome. And when the meale mouth hath woon the bottome of your stomake, than will the pickthanke it tell To your most enmies, you to bye and fell. To tell tales out of schoole, that is hir great lust. Looke what she knowth, blab it wist, out it must.

Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.