All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

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

Though Ye Loue Not To Bye The Pyg In The Poke,yet Snatche Ye At The Poke, That The Pyg Is In,not For The Poke, But The Pyg Good Chepe To Wyn.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

Three May Keep Counsel, If Two Be Away.

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.