Thomas Tusser

A fool and his money be soon at debate: Which after with sorrow repents him too late.

At Christmas be merry and thankful withal, And feast thy poor neighbors, the great with the small.

Naught venture naught have.

Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing.

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

God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.

To death we must stoop, be we high, be we low, But how and how suddenly few be that know -, What carry we then but a sheet to the grave, To cover this carcass, of all that we have?"

Hast thou a Friend, as heart may wish at will? Then use him so, to have his friendship still. Would'st have a Friend, would'st know what friend is best? Have God thy friend who passeth all the rest.

Yet true it is, as cow chews cud And trees at spring do yield forth bud, Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.