John Heywood

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.

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.

It is better to be An olde mans derlyng, than a yong mans werlyng.

This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.

Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.

While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.

The wrong sow by th' eare.

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

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

Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe, With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

Yee have many strings to your bowe.

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

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

This hitteth the nayle on the hed.