A cat may looke on a King.

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.

The grey mare is the better horse.

Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.

Feed by measure, and defy the physician.