The Rolling Stone Never Gathereth Mosse.

All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

Time Trieth Troth In Every Doubt.

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.

She Is Nether Fish Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.