John Heywood

There is no fire without some smoke.

Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.

The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.

Many hands make light warke.

Small pitchers have wyde eares.

Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.

The grey mare is the better horse.

Might have gone further and have fared worse.

Though chaunge be no robbry.

You stand in your owne light.

A peny for your thought.

A woman hath nine lives like a cat.

A fooles bolt is soone shot.

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.

Burnt child fire dredth.

New brome swepth cleene.

This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.

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

She frieth in her owne grease.

One good turne asketh another.

Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?

All is fish that comth to net.

Set all at sixe and seven.

Children and fooles cannot lye.