Much water goeth by the millThat the miller knoweth not of.
JOHN HEYWOODMuch water goeth by the millThat the miller knoweth not of.
JOHN HEYWOODThe more the merrier.
JOHN HEYWOODLet the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
JOHN HEYWOODWhen the iron is hot, strike.
JOHN HEYWOODThrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.
JOHN HEYWOODIt is a poor dog that is not worth the whistling
JOHN HEYWOODA cat may looke on a King.
JOHN HEYWOODLet 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.
JOHN HEYWOODHe that will not whan he may,Whan he would, he shall haue nay.
JOHN HEYWOODWho waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.
JOHN HEYWOODMany handis make light warke.
JOHN HEYWOODFieldes have eies and woods have eares.
JOHN HEYWOODIt had need to bee A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.
JOHN HEYWOODHe makes a beggar first that first relieves him; Not us’rers make more beggars where they live Than charitable men that use to give.
JOHN HEYWOODEvery dog has its day.
JOHN HEYWOODFeed by measure, and defy the physician.
JOHN HEYWOOD