Setteth the broad bright sunne;

So I must onward, as I have

Full fifteen miles to runne;—

The waggonere taketh leave of the tailore, to whome ane small accidente happeneth. Whereupon followeth the morale very proper to be had in minde by all members of the Dilettanti Society when they come over the bridge at these houres. Wherefore let them take heed and not lay blame where it lyeth nott.

'And should the bailiffes hither come

To aske whilke way I've gone,

Tell them I took the othere road,'

Said hee, and trotted onne.

The tailore rushed into the roome,

O'erturning three or foure;