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Each fowl that flies must meet thee in thy way
And in their sort shall Ave Caesar say.
Through forest, parks and fields hunt stag and Ha
It helps the health to have the native air.
He that takes pains and travel sleepeth best,
With greediness he takes refreshing rest;
His meat to him seems savoury, sweet, and fine
He gladly drinks the heart comforting wine;
Good blood, quick spirits, travel sweet doth cherish him
And makes offensive humours for to perish,
x x x x x x x x
Let not my horses fat for standing idle,
They'll grow stiff necked, and disobey the bridle"