Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
[027] Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified:
[029] The grosser manner of these world’s delights
030 He throws upon the gross world’s baser slaves:
[031] To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die;
With all these living in philosophy.
Biron. I can but say their protestation over;
So much, dear liege, I have already sworn,
035 That is, to live and study here three years.