God Never Sends The Mouth But He

An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man To Good.

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.

It Is Good The Have A Hatch Before The Durre.

Of A Good Beginning Cometh A Good End.

Many Hands Make Light Work.