Let Thy Mind's Sweetness Have

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

When One Is On Horsebacke Hee Knowes All Things.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.