Time Trieth Troth In Every

It Had Need To Bee A Wylie Mouse That Should Breed In The Cats Eare.

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.

All's Well That Ends Well.

But Now I See Well The Old Proverb Is True: That Parish Priest Forgetteth That Ever He Was A Clerk!

The Greatest Clerkes Be Not The Wisest Men.