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| Riding I had yo:u, though yo:u still staid there, [f. 47v] |
| And in theis thoughts, although yo:u never stirr |
| Yo:u came wth me to Micham, and are here.| |
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| To Sr Edward Herbert at Julyers |
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| Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded be |
| Wisdome makes him an Arke, where all agree |
| The foole in whom theis beasts, do live a jarr |
| Is sport to others, and a Theater, |
| Nor* scapes he so, but is himself their prey |
| All wch was man in him, is eat away.| |
| And now his beasts on one another feed |
| Yett couple in anger & new monsters breed. |
| How happy is he wch hath due place assigned |
| To his beasts, and disaforisted his mind. |
| Empald himself, to keepe them out, not in, |
| Can sowe, & dares trust corne, where they haue bin. |
| Can vse his horse, Goate, Woolf, and every beast |
| And is not Ass himself to all the rest. |
| Elce, man not only is the heard of swine |
| But he is those divells too, wch did incline
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[CW: Them,] |