No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They

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.

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.

A Cat May Look At A King.

Much Water Goeth By The Millthat The Miller Knoweth Not Of.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers.