A Hard Beginnyng Makth A Good Endyng.

The Tide Tarrieth No Man.

All A Green Willow, Willow, All A Green Willow Is My Garland.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.]

When The Sunne Shineth, Make Hay.