Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

One Swallow Never Makes A Summer.

To Say That Which Is Instructive And Also Pleasing.

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.

It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth His Own Nest.

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