It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth

Don't Put The Cart Before The Horse.

Children Learne To Creepe Ere They Can Learne To Goe.

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.

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.

A Cat May Looke On A King.