All a green willow, willow

Beware of, Had I wist.

Som thingis that prouoke young men to wed in haste, Show after weddyng, that hast maketh waste.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, As sages in all times assert; The happy man's without a shirt.

Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low.

Beaten with his owne rod.

And ones their hastie heate a littell controlde, Than perceiue they well, hotte love soone colde. And whan hasty witlesse mirth is mated weele, Good to be mery and wise, they thinke and feele.