Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

Tobacco, divine, rare, superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all the panaceas, potable gold, and philosophers stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases but as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'Tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health; hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.

Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

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 schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.

Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.