307. CASUALTIES.
Good things that come of course, far less do please
Than those which come by sweet contingencies.
308. BRIBES AND GIFTS GET ALL.
Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute;
But let that speak, the client gets the suit.
309. THE END.
If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right;
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
310. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED.
Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.
312. CONTENT, NOT CATES.
'Tis not the food, but the content
That makes the table's merriment.
Where trouble serves the board, we eat
The platters there as soon as meat.
A little pipkin with a bit
Of mutton or of veal in it,
Set on my table, trouble-free,
More than a feast contenteth me.
