aMS. Fairfax 40. 285 



When Pride on horseback getteth upp 

 Loss & shame sitts on the Croup 



[p. 620] He that would live in healthfulnes 



Must dine w^'^ little & supp w"' less 



[p. 621] As the evening doth the day cornend 

 So life is Praysed b}^ the end 



[p. 622] Virtue shewes the greater grace 

 Shining from a bautious face 



[p. 624] Att a rounde Table noe Strife is 

 Who shal be nearest a grood Dish 



Dry March Wett Aprel May that's both 

 Brings plenty wher ther is noe sloth 



[p. 625] In a fresh gale 



Extend thy Saile 



[p. 626] W^e ma}' be sure still inocence 



Beares in itselfe its owne defence 



[p. 627] To read & yitt to have learn'd nought 

 Is like the chase wher nothing's caught 



[p. 628] Tis good we should the tongue coifiand 

 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 



[p. 631] Sett on a Seat a Foole e're longe 



He'le wagg his Legges or sing a songe 



[p. 633] Nature made nothing so sublime 



Butt Virtue to the topp will clime " 



When a whit frost on earth doth lu' 

 Tis a presage then raine is nie 



[p. 635 1 On a womans first Counsel rest 

 Seldnmo the Second is the l.iest 



Bread Butter & good Cheese 

 A shield 'gainst death be al these 

 Trans. Conn. Acad., V(.l. XIV. li> July, liiOO. 



