John Heywood

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.

Beggars should be no choosers.

Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (quoth hée) And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (quoth shée) Sens tyt for tat (quoth I) on euen hand is set.

Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.

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

Throw no gyft agayne at the geuers head, For better is halfe a lofe than no bread.

What man, loue me, loue me dog.

A peny for your thought.

There is no fire without some smoke.

Weddyng is desteny, And hangyng likewise.

Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.

Reckeners without their host must recken twice.

Whan the sunne shinth make hay, whiche is to say, Take time whan time comth, lest time steale away.

Pryde will have a fall;
For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.

All thing is the woorse for the wearing.