Occupation: Poet Birth: 1545 Death: 1626
Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you.".
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe..
Shall we go learn to kiss, to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort, where true meaning is..
I wish my deadly foe, no worse than want of friends, and empty purse..
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb..
Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd's roundelay..
If the shoe fits, wear it..
Good wares make good markets..
Who can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad?.