Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes,

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

There Is No Jollitie But Hath A Smack Of Folly. [there Is No Jollity But Hath A Smack Of Folly.]

Who Hastens A Glutton Choakes Him.

He That Thinks Amiss, Concludes Worse.

Hee That Lives Well Is Learned Enough.