I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.

A novice always behaves with propriety.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

Our days pass by, and are scored against us.