Of A Good Beginning Cometh A Good

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.

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.

Fieldes Have Eies And Woods Have Eares.

Small Pitchers Have Wyde Eares.

She Is Nether Fish Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.