The Tide Tarrieth No Man.

The Moon Is Made Of A Green Cheese.

It Had Need To Bee A Wylie Mouse That Should Breed In The Cats Eare.

Who Will In Time Present Pleasure Refrain, Shall In Time To Come The More Pleasure Obtain.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

It's No Use Closing The Barn Door After The Horse Is Gone.