Men sholde wedden after hir estat, For youthe and elde is often at debat.

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro; Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.

What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman an' scholar.

All of my gentlemen callers were sons of planters and of course I assumed that I would be married to one and raise my family on a large piece of land with plen…

I, born in Essex thirty-four Essentially sexual years ago, Stepped down, looked around, and saw I had been cast a little low In the social register For the fri…