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.

At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.

In March and in April from morning till night In sowing and seeding good housewives delight.

Time tries the troth in everything.

Who goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing.

God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.

What a greater crime. Than loss of time.