Boast not of your eyes; it is feared you have Balaam's disease, a pearl in your eye, Mammon's prestriction.

Find him in a pulpit but twiſe in the yeare, And Ile find him fortie times in the ale-houſe taſting ſtrong beare.

But after each of us had inscribed his share (once I robbed my Aegidius for the purpose), our literary union was over; each of us tore his contribution out of the book and “aphorismed” on his own from then on.

give me swift transportance to those fields