He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
Out of too much learning become mad.
Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, rivel them up like old apples, make them as so many Anatomies.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him, all his life long.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.