The first dish pleaseth all.
Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
A hatt is not made for one shower.
God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.