Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

Who Then May Trust The Dice, At Fortune's Throw?

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.