It Is Better To Be

Good To Be Merie And Wise.

When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

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.

Time Trieth Troth In Every Doubt.

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.