Gentility is nothing but Ancient Riches.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
None saies his Garner is full.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.