Better One Byrde In Hand Than Ten

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.

Many Hands Make Light Work.

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.

Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

Might Have Gone Further And Have Fared Worse.