But Pain Is Perfect Misery,

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

Sense Of Pleasure We May Well Spare Out Of Life Perhaps, And Not Repine, But Live Content, Which Is The Calmest Life; But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

In God's Intention, A Meet And Happy Conversation Is The Chiefest And Noblest End Of Marriage.

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.