John Heywood

Set the cart before the hors.

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

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

I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A haire of the dog that bit us last night.

It had need to bee
A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.

Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me.

Happy man, happy dole.

She frieth in her owne grease.

When the iron is hot, strike.

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

Som thingis that prouoke young men to wed in haste, Show after weddyng, that hast maketh waste.

Love me litle, love me long.

We both be at our wittes end.

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

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.