Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.