All our pompe the earth covers.

All our pompe the earth covers.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shines like a guinea and seven shilling pieces.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shines like a guinea and seven shilling pieces.

In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.

In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.

To be too busie gets contempt.

To be too busie gets contempt.

Wode has erys, felde has sigt.

Wode has erys, felde has sigt.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

We frolic while 'tis May.

We frolic while 'tis May.

O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is read more

O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is bestial.