Better One Byrde In Hand Than Ten

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.

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

The Greatest Clerkes Be Not The Wisest Men.

Though He Love Not To Buy The Pig In The Poke.

Make Hay While The Sun Shines.