John Heywood

Ill wéede growth fast.

Reckeners without their host must recken twice.

That muche is my bowe bent to shoote at these marks, And kyll feare, when the sky falth we shall haue larks.

The wise man sayth, store is no sore.

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.

Have yee him on the hip.

Set the cart before the horse.

What man, loue me, loue me dog.

Let the world slide, let the world go;
A fig for care, and a fig for woe!
If I can't pay, why I can owe,
And death makes equal the high and low.

Happy man, happy dole.

Lyke a pyckpurs pilgrim, ye prie and ye proule At rouers, to rob Peter and paie Poule.

Much water goeth by the mill
That the miller knoweth not of.

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