Every ill man hath his ill day.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.
Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
Vertue never growes old.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.