In Love There Is But Little Rest.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.