Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.

And death makes equal the high and low.

Of a good beginning cometh a good end.

Be the day never so long, Evermore at last they ring to evensong.

All's well that ends well.

But now I see well the old proverb is true: That parish priest forgetteth that ever he was a clerk!

Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.