Hast thou a Friend, as heart may wish at will?

Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing.

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

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.

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?"

God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.

Naught venture naught have.