John Heywood

Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke, Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in, Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn.

And while I at length debate and beate the bushe, There shall steppe in other men, and catche the burdes, And by long time lost in many vayne wurdes.

The more hast the lesse speede.

One good turne asketh another.

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.

Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.

It is a deere collop
That is cut out of th' owne flesh.

... Be they wynners or loosers, … beggers should be no choosers.

Children learne to créepe er they can learne to go.

When the iron is hot, strike.

Set all at sixe and seven.

All a green willow, willow,
All a green willow is my garland.

Small pitchers have wyde eares.

So many heads so many wits.