Seek home for rest, for home is best.
Time tries the troth in everything.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
Who quick be to borrow and slow be to pay, their credit is naught, go they ever so gay.
At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.
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.