John Heywood

Enough is as good as a feast.

Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.

The wrong sow by th' eare.

Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee That wilfully will neither heare nor see?

It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.

I know on which side my bread is buttred.

The moone is made of a greene cheese.

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

It is better to be An old man's derling than a yong man's werling.

To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.

The moe the merrier.

Set the cart before the horse.

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.

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

Mad as a march hare.

Time trieth troth in every doubt.

Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.

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

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

Have yee him on the hip.

It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.

A cat may looke on a King.

Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.

One swallow maketh not summer.