Men Say, Kinde Will Creepe Where It

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

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.

A Cat May Looke On A King.

Wedding Is Destiny, And Hanging Likewise.

Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.]