When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

It Will Not Out Of The Flesh That Is Bred In The Bone.

Thrée Maie A Kepe Counsayle, If Two Be Away.

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.