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When Pride on horseback getteth upp 
Loss & shame sitts on the Croup 
He that would live in healthfulnes 
Must dine w'® little & supp w' less 
As the evening doth the day comend 
So life is Praysed by the end 
Virtue shewes the greater grace 
Shining from a bautious face 
Att a rounde Table noe Strife is 
Who shal be nearest a good Dish 
Dry March Wett Aprel May that’s both 
Brings plenty wher ther is noe sloth 
In a fresh gale 
Extend thy Saile 
We may be sure still inocence 
Beares in itselfe its owne defence 
To read & yitt to have learn’d nought 
Is like the chase wher nothing’s caught 
Tis good we should the tongue comand 
Speake litle & more understand 
For if from us our words once fall 
It is too laite them to recall 
Humaine Praise—Is a vaine blaze 
Sett on a Seat a Foole e’re longe 
He’le wagg his Legges or sing a songe 
Nature made nothing so sublime 
Butt Virtue to the topp will clime 
When a whit frost on earth doth lie 
Tis a presage then raine is nie 
On a womans first Counsel rest 
Seldome the Second is the best 
Bread Butter & good Cheese 
A shield ’gainst death be al these 
Trans, Conn. Acap., Vol. XIV. 19 Juty, 1909. 
