Beggars Should Be No Choosers.

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.

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.

Who Is So Deaf Or So Blind As Is He That Willfully Will Neither Hear Nor See?

The Nearer To The Church, The Further From God.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?