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A withered serving-man makes a fresh tapster.

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit.

A drunken man's like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman : one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

A murd'rous guilt shews not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid : love's night

is noon.

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint.

After execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top.

A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.

All pride is willing pride.

A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

A lover's


gaze an eagle blind.

A light heart lives long.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it.

All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

All that glisters is not gold.

As all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.

All's brave that youth mounts and folly guides.

A woman's thought runs before her actions.

Aged honour cites a virtuous youth.

A young man married is a man thats marr’d.

A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner ; but one that lies three-thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the

crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

A little snow,

tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain.

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

At hand, quoth pick-purse!

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