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.

In misfortune if you cultivate a cheerful disposition you will
reap the advantage of it.

In misfortune if you cultivate a cheerful disposition you will
reap the advantage of it.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Warre makes theeves, and peace hangs them.

Warre makes theeves, and peace hangs them.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

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

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

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

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

It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it read more

It is engendered in the eyes;
By gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.