Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.

None So Blind As Those Who Won't See.

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

Follow Pleasure, And Then Will Pleasure Flee, Flee Pleasure, And Pleasure Will Follow Thee.