Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.