If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound To Wake.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.