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• She frieth in her owne grease. -- John Heywood (c. 1565) -- Proverbes, Part i, Chap. xi
• She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. -- John Heywood (c.
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• A page of history is worth a volume of logic.
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• The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
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• History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
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• The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.
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