Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.

He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.

When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.

When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.

Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.

Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.

The body is sooner drest then the soule.

The body is sooner drest then the soule.

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.