Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

A Great Dowry Is A Bed Full Of Brables. [a Great Dowry Is A Bed Full Of Brambles.]

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

Better Speake Truth Rudely, Then Lye Covertly.

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

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.