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916. MULTITUDE.

We trust not to the multitude in war,
But to the stout, and those that skilful are.


917. FEAR.

Man must do well out of a good intent;
Not for the servile fear of punishment.


918. TO M. KELLAM.

What! can my Kellam drink his sack
In goblets to the brim,
And see his Robin Herrick lack,
Yet send no bowls to him?
For love or pity to his muse,
That she may flow in verse,
Contemn to recommend a cruse,
But send to her a tierce.


919. HAPPINESS TO HOSPITALITY; OR, A HEARTY
WISH TO GOOD HOUSEKEEPING.

First, may the hand of bounty bring
Into the daily offering
Of full provision such a store,
Till that the cook cries: Bring no more.
Upon your hogsheads never fall
A drought of wine, ale, beer, at all;
But, like full clouds, may they from thence
Diffuse their mighty influence.