To A Fair Day Open The Window,

No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

Hee Wrongs Not An Old Man That Steales His Supper From Him.

There Is No Jollitie But Hath A Smack Of Folly. [there Is No Jollity But Hath A Smack Of Folly.]

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.