I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

The world must be peopled!

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.