PHILAN

He that's best horsed (that is best friended) gets in soonest, and then all he has to do is to laugh at those that are behind. Shall we help you my Lord?— Right, and he that has a strong faction against him, Hunt's upon a cold sent, and may in time come to a lose. Where note the indirect way's the nearest. And here's another puts on, and falls into a quagmire, (that is) follows the Court till he has spent all (for your Court quagmire is want of money) there a man is sure to stick, and then not one helps him out, if they do not laugh at him. To importune a friend till he be weary of you. This is nothing to the catching of your horse Orsames. Sometime a cheek plumped up with broth, with cream and clarret mingled for sauce, and round about the dish Pomegranate kernels, strewed on leaves of Lilies. You forget his covered dishes of ene-stra es, and Marmalade of lips, p rfum'd by breath sweet as the beans first blossoms. Sure these silly women, when they feed our expectation so high, do but Like ignorant Conjurers, that raise a Spirit which handsomely they cannot lay again: Who's for the Town? I must take up again, The Platonic is ever so; they are as tedious before they come to the point, as and old man fallen into the Stories of his youth; And thou woult deserve'em all. For being in the company of those that took away the Prince's Mistress from him. And I am one: my injuries are great as thine, and do persuade as strongly. Why in disguise? Brave Orsames, it's pleasure to die near thee. They are both Princes I think, they fought Like Princes I am sure. Fie: thou now art wild indeed; thou taughtest me to be wise first, and I will now keep thee so.—Follow, follow. Not et sure, the Kings brother is but newly entered; Here he is, but no confession. Come take the bodies up, and let us all go drown our selves in tears, this massacre has left so torn a state, that it'll be policy as well as debt, to weep till we are blind, For who would see the Misery's behind? Prithee lets spare the compliment, we shall do no good.