If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

Many Small Make A Great.