We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

None Saies His Garner Is Full.

The Eye Is Bigger Then The Belly. [the Eye Is Bigger Than The Belly.]

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

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

The Higher The Ape Goes, The More He Shewes His Taile. [the Higher The Ape Goes, The More He Shows His Tail.]