Good To Be Merie And Wise.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

A Hard Beginnyng Makth A Good Endyng.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

Burnt Child Fire Dredth.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.