Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

Wine Is A Turne-coate (first A Friend, Then An Enemy). [wine Is A Turncoat, First A Friend, Then An Enemy.]

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

An Ill Wound Is Cured, Not An Ill Name.