Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes,

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.

Resort To Sermons, But To Prayers Most: Praying's The End Of Preaching.

Were There No Fooles, Badd Ware Would Not Passe.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.