Surfeits.

Physicians say repletion springs
More from the sweet than sour things.

Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why?
She brings in much by carnal usury.
He by extortion brings in three times more:
Say, who's the worst, th' exactor or the whore?

Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:
The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.
To him that has, there shall be added more;
Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.

To an old sore a long cure must go on:
Great faults require great satisfaction.

I am of all bereft,
Save but some few beans left,
Whereof, at last, to make
For me and mine a cake,
Which eaten, they and I
Will say our grace, and die.

Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may:
All know a fellon eat the tenth away.