A Hard Beginnyng Makth A Good Endyng.

All A Green Willow, Willow, All A Green Willow Is My Garland.

The Tide Tarrieth No Man.

One Swallow Never Makes A Summer.

And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Tis Not The Robe Or Garment I Affect; For Who Would Marry With A Suit Of Clothes?