Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes,

In The Husband Wisedome, In The Wife Gentlenesse. [in The Husband Wisdom, In The Wife Gentleness.]

No Alchymy To Saving.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

A Cherefull Looke Makes A Dish A Feast.

Warre Is Deaths Feast.