Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing

Feare May Force A Man To Cast Beyond The Moone.

The Wise Man Sayth, Store Is No Sore.

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.

Many Handis Make Light Warke.

Much Water Goeth By The Millthat The Miller Knoweth Not Of.