One Good Turne Asketh Another.

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.

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

Nought Venture Nought Have.

The Grey Mare Is The Better Horse.

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