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

A fool and his money be soon at debate

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

Make hunger thy sauce, as a medicine for health.

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.

If a garden require it, now trench it ye may, one trench not a yard, from another go lay; Which being well filled with muck by and by, to cover with mould, for a season to lie.

Who quick be to borrow and slow be to pay, their credit is naught, go they ever so gay.