I Almost Die For Food, And Let

It Were A Grief So Brief To Part With Thee. Farewell.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting