For When I Gave You An Inch,

God Never Sends The Mouth But He Sendeth Meat.

Many Handis Make Light Warke.

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.

It Is Good The Have A Hatch Before The Durre.

The Grey Mare Is The Better Horse.