_Exalt thou not thy selfe_, though, plac’d thou be, Vpon the topp of that old _Olive-tree_, From whence the nat’rall branches prun’d have bin, That, thou, the better, mightst be grafted in. Be not so _over-wise_, as to presume The _Gard’ner_, for thy goodnesse, did assume Thy small _Crab-Olive_, to insert it, there, Where, once, the _sweetest-berries_, growing were: Nor let thy Pride those few _old-boughes_ contemne, Which, yet, remaine upon their ancient _Stemme_; Because, thy new-incorporated _Sprayes_, Doe more enjoy the _Sunnes_ refreshing raies: But, humbled rather, and, more awfull bee; Lest, _hee_ that cut off _them_, doe breake downe _thee_. Be _wise_, in what may to thy good, belong; But, seeke not _Knowledge_, to thy neighbours wrong: Be thankefull for the _Grace_ thou hast receiv’d, But, judge not those, who seeme thereof bereav’d; Nor into those forbidden _secrets_ peepe, Which _God-Almighty_, to himselfe doth keepe. Remember what our Father _Adam_ found, When he for _Knowledge_, sought beyond his bound. For, doubtlesse, ever since, both _good_ and _ill_ Are left with _Knowledge_, intermingled still; And, (if we be not humble, meeke, and warie) We are in daily danger, to miscary. Large, proves the fruit which on the _Earth_ doth lie; _Windes_, breake the twigge, that’s grafted _over-high_; And, he that will, beyond his bounds, be _wise_, Becomes a very _Foole_, before he dies. _When each man keepes unto his =Trade=, Then, all things better will be made._ [Illustration: TRACTANT FABRILIA FABRI. ILLVSTR. XIV. _Book. 3_]