Thomas Tusser (1524 – 1580)
Born in Rivenhall, Essex, was an English poet and farmer.
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A fool and his money are soon parted.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
'T is merry in hall
Where beards wag all.
HAST thou a Friend, as heart may wish at will?
Then use him so, to have his friendship still.
Would'st have a Friend, would'st know what friend is best?
Have God thy friend who passeth all the rest.
Yet true it is, as cow chews cud
And trees at spring do yield forth bud,
Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.
Dry sun, dry wind;
Safe bind, safe find. 5
Such mistress, such Nan,
Such master, such man.
At Christmas play and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
Who goeth a borrowing
Goeth a sorrowing.
[He] spread his bread with all sorts of butter, yet none would stick thereon.
Naught venture naught have.
To death we must stoop, be we high, be we low,
But how and how suddenly few be that know -,
What carry we then but a sheet to the grave,
To cover this carcass, of all that we have?"
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