Who Waiteth For Dead Man's Shoes Will

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.

Who Waiteth For Dead Man's Shoes Will Go Long Barefoot.

Though Ye Loue Not To Bye The Pyg In The Poke,yet Snatche Ye At The Poke, That The Pyg Is In,not For The Poke, But The Pyg Good Chepe To Wyn.

An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man To Good.

The More Haste, The Less Speed.