A Handful Of Good Life

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

The Wolfe Knowes, What The Ill Beast Thinkes.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.