75 XLIII. Upon a Snail. S H E goes but foftly, but ilie goeth fure, She fiumbles not, as fironger creature~. do Her journey's fhorter, fo fhe may endure, Better tha>J they which do much further go:' She makes no noife, but fiilly feizeth on The How'r or herb, appointed for her food; The which fhe quietly doth feed upon, While others range and glare, but find no good. And tho' fhe cloth but very foftly go, However flow her pace be, yet 'tis fure; And certainly they that do travel fo, The prize which they do aim at they procure. G2 Alth. '