Maxioms by John Heywood
At our wittes end.
At our wittes end.
To drink away sorrow.
To drink away sorrow.
Set all at sixe and seven.
Set all at sixe and seven.
The cat would eat fish, and would not wet her feet.
The cat would eat fish, and would not wet her feet.
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
