Time tries the troth in everything.
A fool and his money be soon at debate
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.
As order is heavenly, where quiet is had, so error is hell, or a mischief as bad.
Make hunger thy sauce, as a medicine for health.
In March and in April from morning till night In sowing and seeding good housewives delight.