Hee A Beast Doth Die, That Hath

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

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

Could Have Recovered Greenness?

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice A Yeere.