There is no fyre without some smoke.

John Heywood
English writer known for plays, poems and a collection of proverbs (1497-1580)
146 pieces
- Lived
- 1497–1580
- Born
- London
- Died
- Mechelen
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
- Known as
- writer, poet, politician, playwright
- Era
- Renaissance
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Works (146)
Many handis make light warke.
Thrée maie a kepe counsayle, if two be away.
Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (quoth hée) And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (quoth shée) Sens tyt for tat (quoth I) on euen hand is set.
A penny for your thought.
A woman hath nyne lyues like a cat.
All thing is the woorse for the wearing.
A heare of the dog that bote vs last night.
Ka me, ka the, one good tourne askth an other.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe, With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
Children and fooles can not ly.
Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede. Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought. As good séeke nought (quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.
Throw no gyft agayne at the geuers head, For better is halfe a lofe than no bread.
Children learne to créepe er they can learne to go.
Rome was not built in one daie (quoth he) and yet stood Till it was finist, as some say, full faire.
A man maie well bring a horse to the water, but he can not make him drinke without he will.
Lyke a pyckpurs pilgrim, ye prie and ye proule At rouers, to rob Peter and paie Poule.
... Be they wynners or loosers, … beggers should be no choosers.
True (quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone, Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone, But better late than neuer to repent this, To late (quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is, Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable …
Well aunt (quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.
To hold with the hare and run with the hound.
She speaketh as she would créepe into your bosome. And when the meale mouth hath woon the bottome of your stomake, than will the pickthanke it tell To your most enmies, you to bye and fell. To tell tales out of schoole, that is hir great …
Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.
Two heddis are better then one.