Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old

One Good Turne Asketh Another.

The Rolling Stone Never Gathereth Mosse.

Children And Fools Cannot Lie.

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 Look At A King.