The Corne Hides It Self In The

Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

Though The Fox Run, The Chicken Hath Wings.

Estate In Two Parishes Is Bread In Two Wallets.

Exalted Manna, Gladness Of The Best, Heaven In Ordinary, Man Well Drest.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.