"Ye Quacke Pille, whenne you make itte,
Lette others swallowe!—butte be sure,
Neverre yourselfe to take itte."
"Oh, lerned sage!" ye youthe exclaim'd,
"Thy wordes I'll live to bless!
Butte one more question stille remanes,
Ye waye to Happinesse."
"Yffe that you'd know," replied ye sage,
"Withe thee this maximme carrie;
As you wolde lede a happie lyfe,