Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.