When The Iron Is Hot, Strike.

While The Grasse Groweth The Horse Starveth.

Every Dog Has Its Day.

What Is Got Over The Devil's Back Is Spent Under His Belly.

The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

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.