Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

He that tells a secret is anothers servant.

He that tells a secret is anothers servant.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

There was not a greater gourmand living.

There was not a greater gourmand living.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.

Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.