Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne

Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne Dunghill.

He That Will Not Whan He May,whan He Would, He Shall Haue Nay.

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.

When The Sunne Shineth, Make Hay.

Men Say, Kinde Will Creepe Where It May Not Goe.