A Quote by John Heywood

A woman hath nine lives like a cat. — © John Heywood
A woman hath nine lives like a cat.
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
The main difference between a cat and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives.
A cat, I am told, has nine lives. If that is true, I know how a cat feels.
One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.
Martina, she's got several layers of steel out there like a cat with nine lives.
If the Pluto mission was a cat, then it would've been dead long ago because they only get nine lives, and we've had significantly more than nine stoppages and odd twists and turns.
I always joke that I'd like to be a cat 'cause then I'll have nine lives, and then I can do like everything. But that's really hard.
There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.
When I joined the family business, our clients were mostly on the marketing side, from Morris the Nine Lives Cat to KFC's Colonel Sanders.
I had - like a cat with nine lives, I've had so many different careers and tried so many different things.
Like a cat I have nine times to die.
I feel like you can't trust a cat. I feel like a cat's got an ulterior motive. The moment you show any weakness to a cat, the cat is gonna take over.
My friends have named me the person they least want to do extreme adventures with, because I always seem to be very close to being part of a disaster. If a cat has nine lives, I think I've used a few.
There's a famous saying: 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' I want to change it to 'Hell hath no fury like a nation scorned.'
Alice tried another question. "What sort of people live about here?" "In THAT direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: And in THAT direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad." "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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