Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.