He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]