Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.