Nowhere So Busy A Man As He

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.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound To Wake.

That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil Dedis.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.