Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes,

Vnder Water, Famine; Under Snow, Bread.

Your Pot Broken Seemes Better Then My Whole One.

Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

God Provides For Him That Trusteth.