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.

Fear God, and offend not the Prince nor his laws, and keep thyself out of the magistrate's claws.

Seek home for rest, for home is best.

Who goeth a borrowing. Goeth a sorrowing.

Time tries the troth in everything.

February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.

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