The _Crowe_, when deepe within a close-mouth’d-_Pot_. She water finds, her thirstinesse to slake; (And, knoweth not where else it might be got) Her _Belly_, teacheth her, this course to take: She flies, and fetcheth many _Pibbles_ thither, Then, downe into the _Vessell_, lets them _drop_; Vntill, so many stones are brought together, As may advance the water to the top. From whence, we might this _observation_ heed; That, _Hunger_, _Thirst_, and those _necessities_, (Which from the _Bellies_ craving, doe proceed) May make a _Foole_, grow provident and wise. And, though (in sport) we say, the _braines_ of some, Not in their _Heads_, but in their _Gutts_, doe lye; Yet, that, by wants, Men wiser should become, Dissenteth not from true _Philosophy_: For, no man labours with much _Willingnesse_, To compasse, what he nought at all desires; Nor seeketh so, his longing to possesse, As, when some urgent neede, the same requires. Nay, though he might, a _willingnesse_, retaine, Yet, as the _Belly_, which is ever full, Breeds fumes, that cause a _sottish-witles-braine_; So, _plenteous Fortunes_, make the _Spirits_ dull. All, _borne to Riches_, have not _all-times_, witt To keepe, (much lesse, to better) their degree: But, men to nothing borne, oft, passage get. (Through many wants) renown’d, and rich to bee: Yea, _Povertie_ and _Hunger_, did produce, The best _Inventions_, and, of chiefest use. _Though =Musicke= be of some abhor’d, =She=, is the =Handmaid= of the =Lord=._ [Illustration: MVSICA SERVA DEI ILLVSTR. III. _Book. 2_]