Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, read more

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, aweary,
Oh God, that I were dead.

Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.

Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.

Justice pleaseth few in their owne house.

Justice pleaseth few in their owne house.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

A man suffers death himself as often as he loses those dear to
him.

A man suffers death himself as often as he loses those dear to
him.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.