It Is Good The Have A Hatch

Thrée Maie A Kepe Counsayle, If Two Be Away.

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

A Hard Beginnyng Makth A Good Endyng.

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.

One Swallow Never Makes A Summer.