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.

Hunger makes hard beans sweet.

For when I gave you an inch, you took an ell.

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

Burnt child fire dredth.

Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.

Happy man, happy dole.