we Har the boys for Luving, luv, fal, la, lal, la for deth we dont Care Nuffin, luv, fal, la, lal, la but Hif i Falls a marter, luv, sa will you Hever Harter, luv, weep Hore my sad Departur, luv, fal, la, lal, la [Illustration: THE SICK GOOSE AND THE COUNCIL OF HEALTH. ] WELTHE, HELTHE, AND HAPPINESSE. A RYGHTE MERRIE CONCEITTE. In Inglande's fam'd Metropolis There dwelte inne dayes of yore, A wondrous greate Philosopher, Uppe inne a seconde flore. His lerninge was prodigious, And ofte myghte he be sene, Wastinge y^e mydnyghte rushlyghte, o'er Y^e Pennie Magazene. Eftsoons his fame came to y^e eares Of one steept to hys chinne Inne sicknesse and inne miserie, And shockinge shorte of tinne. He hadde been jilted by y^e mayde Who sholde have been hys spouse, He'd y^e Lumbagoe inne hys loynes, Y^e Sherriffe inne hys house. So he soughte out y^e sage's celle, Resolv'd to take advise, And didde for y^e Philosopher Y^e myddel belle ringe twyce. Y^e sage came downe immediatelie Y^e soundes felle onne hys eare, Inne trothe y^e greate Philosopher Didde thynke it was hys beere. But, whenne he saw y^e Invalede, And lernt whatte he didde lacke, Y^e sage he kindlie askéd hym Uppe to his two paire backe: For, like a nutte, y^e sage was kinde Atte hearte, tho' roughe inne huske, And to afflixion kepte hys eares Open from tenne tille duske. So he y^e sorrie Invalide Withe everie kindnesse treted, He drewe a trunke from neathe hys bedde, And begg'd he wolde be seated. "Now lette me heare from thee," he sedde, "Thy sorrowfulle reporte; Tho' yffe 'tis longe," observed the sage, "Be plees'd to cutte itte shorte." Thenne brieflie spoke y^e Invalede, "Y^e wretche who to thee comes Is sufferinge bytterlie from Love, Lumbagoe, and y^e Bummes." "Butte," said y^e greate Philosopher, "Whatte seekeste thou of mee? Thou arte a manne withe whom I feare Itt's nearlie alle U—P." "Oh no!" exclaim'd y^e Invalede, "You'll clere me from this messe, Iffe you'll tell me ye Waye to Welthe, And Helthe, and Happinesse."