Naught venture naught have

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?"

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.

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.

God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.

Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing.