If a garden require it, now trench it ye may, one trench not a yard, from another go lay; Which being well filled with muck by and by, to cover with mould, for a season to lie.
Who goeth a borrowing. Goeth a sorrowing.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
What a greater crime. Than loss of time.
February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
As order is heavenly, where quiet is had, so error is hell, or a mischief as bad.