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 quick be to borrow and slow be to pay, their credit is naught, go they ever so gay.
February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.
Time tries the troth in everything.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.