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.

No man loveth his fetters, be they made of gold.

Be the day never so long, Evermore at last they ring to evensong.

The more the merrier.

I pray thee let me and my fellow have a haire of the dog that bit us last night.

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

There is no fool to the old fool.