Playwrights From England

"All is fish that comth to net."

"Set all at sixe and seven."

"Children and fooles cannot lye."

"Nought venter nought have."

"Better is halfe a lofe than no bread."

"Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe."

"Many small make a great."

"Yee have many strings to your bowe."

"Rome was not built in one day."

"Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood."

"While the grasse groweth the horse starveth."

"The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete."

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

"A man may well bring a horse to the water, But he cannot make him drinke without he will."

"To robbe Peter and pay Poule."

"The rolling stone never gathereth mosse."

"Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill."

"Beggars should be no choosers."

"It is a deere collop That is cut out of th' owne flesh."

"Ill weede growth fast."

"The still sowe eats up all the draffe."

"She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth."

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

"When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre."

"Better late than never."

"Shee had seene far in a milstone."

"She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring."

"A short horse is soone currid."

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

"Cut my cote after my cloth."

"A day after the faire."

"Reckeners without their host must recken twice."

"We both be at our wittes end."

"A sleveless errand."

"I perfectly feele even at my fingers end."

"No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth."

"Better to give then to take."

"Rule the rost."

"Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne."

"The wise man sayth, store is no sore."

"Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone."

"More frayd then hurt."

"God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat."

"This hitteth the nayle on the hed."

"Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke, Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in, Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn."

"Praie and shifte eche one for him selfe, as he can. Euery man for him selfe, and god for us all."

"Wolde ye bothe eate your cake, and haue your cake?"

"For whan I gaue you an ynche, ye tooke an ell."

"An yll wynde that blowth no man to good."

"What man, loue me, loue me dog."