For the first fourteen years for a rod they do while for the next as a pearl in the world they do shine. For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve. For the next matrons or drudges they serve. For the next doth crave a staff for a stay. For the next a bier to fetch them away.
February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
What a greater crime. Than loss of time.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
Seek home for rest, for home is best.