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E. B. Reed, 
Vpon the Horse w* his Matie 
Rode vpon att his Coronation 1660 
Hence then Dispaire my hopes why should itt bury 
Sence this braue Steed Bredd first was in my Query 
Now thus aduanc’t wth highest honors loden 
Whilst his that bredd him on by most Mens troden 
But tis noe matter Seing tho’ hast gott th’ Aduance 
Then please the Royal Rider wt» thy Prance 
Soe may thy Fame much rayse thy Prayses higher 
Then Chessnut that begott the or Brid-la-dore his Sire 
Bridla-dore (Anglice) 
Golden Bridle 
Vulgar Proverbs 
None to another freind can be 
That to himselfe’s an enimy 
Of sence & Money & of Faith 
Where's the Man that too much hath 
Betwixt the Bridle & the Spur 
Reason often lodgeth her 
In th’ house of Foes prepose this End 
To gett some Woman for thy freind 
The Hope of Gaine—Abateth paine 
Wouldst thou have all thy troubles cease 
Then see & heare & hold thy peace 
Lait (doe we say) repents the Ratt 
When by the Neck has hold the Catt 
His thoughts are good & ever best 
That carryes Death w*tin his brest 
A fatt Earth makes a Horse to labour 
But A good Lawyer is an ill Neighbour 
Make Night of Night & Day of Day 
Soe wt less sorrow live you may 
Pardon to Men that evel be 
Unto the God’s an injury 
