To seek these things is lost labour; Geese in an oyle pot, fat Hogs among Jews, and Wine in a fishing net.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.
Let all live as they would die.
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage.
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.