Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

Follow Pleasure, And Then Will Pleasure Flee, Flee Pleasure, And Pleasure Will Follow Thee.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

He That Will Not Whan He May,whan He Would, He Shall Haue Nay.

Men Say, Kinde Will Creepe Where It May Not Goe.

The Rolling Stone Never Gathereth Mosse.