He Must Needes Go That The Dyvell

When The Sunne Shineth, Make Hay.

One Swallow Maketh Not Summer.

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

But Now I See Well The Old Proverb Is True: That Parish Priest Forgetteth That Ever He Was A Clerk!

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.