Every Dog Has Its Day.

No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They Made Of Gold.

The Nearer To The Church, The Further From God.

Three May Keep Counsel, If Two Be Away.

What A Time Herbs And Weeds, And Such Things Could Talk, A Man In His Garden One Day Did Walk, Spying A Nettle Green (as Th'emeraude) Spread In A Bed Of Roses Like The Ruby Red. Between Which Two Colors He Thought, But His Eye, The Green Nettle Did The Red Rose Beautify. "how Be It," He Asked The Nettle, "what Thing Made Him So Pert? So Nigh The Rose To Spring.

All's Well That Ends Well.