THE

LABOUR

WE

DELIGHT

IN

PHYSICS

PAIN.

LET EVERY TUB STAND ON ITS OWN BOTTOM.

AM confumed with devouring fire,

Whilft Vulcane gainst me doubles thus his ire:
The hand, much like an Ifthme, doth separate
The flames, and doth it felfe præcipitate
Into open danger, fhewing fo its love,
The fcorching flames compels it to remove.

A thriftleffe hufband if he spend his ftate,
And fo the wife loving to goe too neat;
Their ftocke and meanes quickely goes to decay,
And late repentance comes, when all's away.
But if a friend their ruine would prevent,
And stay their fall; be fure he fhall be fhent :
He lofing labour fcarce fhall harmeleffe goe,
They both against him turne their malice fo.
Oft times who parteth quarrels and debate,
Against himselfe doth turne the parties hate.

FARLIE'S Emblems.

THERE BELONGS MORE

THAN

WHISTLING

TO GOING TO PLOUGH.

LA GREAT DOINGS

AT

GREGORY'S; DE

A WHOLE MILL TO GRIND A PECK OF CORN.

H! Mafter, what is all this work,

This hamm'ring, fawing, clatter?
Each morning that I wake of late
I wonder what's the matter!
What is't that you are building here?
A Mill, forfooth! but furely

GREAT FOOLS MUST HAVE GREAT BELLS.

DON'T CRY FISH

BEFORE

THEY'RE CAUGHT.

CUT YOUR COAT ACCORDING TO YOUR

CLOTH.

So large a Mill as this will be
A lofs of money purely;
For in this fack of yours I feel

So little corn for grinding,
That when you've made it into meal
'Twill scarce be worth your minding.
A Hand-mill would be large enough
To grind this corn, good neighbour !
And if you'd be advised by me

You'd cease your useless labour.
You may rely, this Mill of yours
Will yield you little profit,

'Twill foon ftand ftill, or, what is worse,
You'll be obliged to let it:

Don't spend your money thus, my friend,
'Tis hard enough to find it;

Who only hath a peck of corn
Need build no Mill to grind it.

TRUDITUR dies die,

Novæque pergunt interire lunæ.

Tu secanda marmora

Locas sub ipsum funus, et sepulcri

Immemor struis domos.-HORAT. ii. Od. 18.

Senes, inquit Arnisæus, spolia opima marina Deæ suspendere debent, cum hac
inscriptione,-(De Jur. Connub.)

BEFORE

YOU MARRY

HAVE

A

HOUSE

TO

LIVE

IN,

GOT WITH THE FIFE,

CIRCA lustra decem flectere mollibus
Jam durum imperiis: abi

Quò blandæ juvenum te revocant preces.

EEN oudt man met een jonge vrou,

Wat kan het wesen als berou ?

C'EST chose aussi follastre de voir le gendarme qui va au baston, que l'amoureux qui ne peut marcher sans aide.

VEEL geschreeus en luttel wolle.

Veel vlagen luttel boter.

La più guasta rota del carro

Fa sempre maggior strepito.

Viel geschrey, wenig wollen.

Grosse word und nichts da hinder.

Ne'er put the Plough afore the Owsen.

In every undertaking, that which is Essential should have the first place; and the Accessory, if there is occasion for it, should be considered afterwards. Many men commence with that which is of least moment to them, and defer the consideration of those things which would be useful and profitable, to a period when it is too late to reap the advantages which would accrue from them. We thus frequently see men who have no sooner begun to prosper in life, than they become eclipsed as it were in their very success, and emerge in poverty. Method is as necessary to the art to Live, as to the acquirement of Knowledge.

SELON le pain il faut le couteau.

Selon ta bourse gouverne ta bouche.

Fou est qui plus dépense que sa rente ne vaut.

STRETCH out your legs according to the length of your blanket.

Qui trop embrasse, mal étreint.

CHI tutto abraccia, nulla stringa.

Ce qui vient au son de la flûte s'en va au son du tambour.

MAKE no more haste than good speed.

CAVENDUM est, ne in festinationibus suspiciamus nimias celeritates.—CICERO.

Qui unumquodque mature transegit, is properat; qui multa simul incipit neque perficit, festinat.-CATO.

SPENT WITH THE DRUM.

2020 FIELDS

TO TILL, and

VINES

TO CUT.

MEDDLE

NOT

WITH

WHAT

пол

DON'T

UNDERSTAND.

MORE BELONGS TO RIDING THAN A PAIR OF BOOTS.

ITANS day burning lamp is fet on high,

The more to light'n the Earth from faphir sky;
His beames more glorious, and confpicuous fhine
From Eaft to Weft, from South to midnight line:

My light you must not under bushell put,
Nor in a chinky corners prifon fhut;

That lights may cleare the chambers all throughout,
They must aloft be hanged round about.

You holy Priefts, to whom the word of light
Is truft, advance your torches in the fight

Of mortals, fhew them who in darkeneffe dwell,
The narrow way that leads to Heaven, from Hell.

WITHOUT

HIS

OWN HELP.