Love Me Litle, Love Me Long.

Praie And Shifte Eche One For Him Selfe, As He Can.euery Man For Him Selfe, And God For Us All.

All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man To Good.

But Now I See Well The Old Proverb Is True: That Parish Priest Forgetteth That Ever He Was A Clerk!