The More The Merrier.

A Fig For A Care, A Fig For A Woe!

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.