An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

Rome Was Not Built In One Day.

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.

Som Thingis That Prouoke Young Men To Wed In Haste,show After Weddyng, That Hast Maketh Waste.

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.