And When A Beest Is

For Many A Pasty Have You Robbed Of Blood, And Many A Jack Of Dover Have You Sold That Has Been Heated Twice And Twice Grown Cold. From Many A Pilgrim Have You Had Christ's Curse, For Of Your Parsley They Yet Fare The Worse, Which They Have Eaten With Your Stubble Goose; For In Your Shop Full Many A Fly Is Loose.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You Will Agree, Are Powerful Wardens Upon Chastity.