Ere stopping or turning, to put foorth a hande Is a charm that thy daies may be long in the land. Though seventy-times-seven thee Fortune befriend, O'ertaking at corners is Death in the end. Sith main-roads for side-roads care nothing, have care Both to slow and to blow when thou enterest there. Drink as thou canst hold it, but after is best; For Drink with men's Driving makes Crowners to Quest.
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