When The Sunne Shineth, Make Hay.

Look Before You Leap.

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.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

Small Pitchers Have Wyde Eares.