Many Dishes Bring Many Diseases.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

Human Nature Craves Novelty.

There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

The Feasant Hens Of Colchis, Which Have Two Ears As It Were Consisting Of Feathers, Which They Will Set Up And Lay Down As They List.