her also taught him this saying, for
a marriage lesson, _Have a care of making the first difference._ If he
speak unkindly to her, his Love might be angry, and then that would
occasion the first difference, which he by no means willingly would be
guilty of; for then these Pleasures would not have their full swing.

Well, away they go now out of Town: But, uds lid, what a weighty trunk
they send the Porter with to the Carriers! For they take all their
best apparel with them, that their friends in the Country, may see all
their bravery. And besides all this, there must be a riding Gown, and
some other new accoutrements made for the journy, or else it would
have no grace.

Now then, away they go, every one wishing them all health and
prosperity upon their journy, & so do I.

But see! they are hardly ridden ten mile out of Town, before the young
woman begins to be so ill with the horses jolting, that she thinks the
World turns topsie-turvy with her. Oh she's so ill, that she fears she
shall vomit her very heart up. Then down lights her husband, to take
her off, and hold her head, and is in such a peck of troubles, that he
knows not which way to turn or wind himself. Wishing that he might
give all that he's worth in the World to be at a good Inn. And she
poor creature falling into a swoon, makes him look as if he had bepist
himself, & though he sighs and laments excessively she hears him not;
which occasions him such an extremity of grief that he's ready to tear
the hair off of his head. But the quamishness of her stomack beginning
to decline, she recovers; and rising, they walk for a little space
softly forwards; the good man thinking with himself how he shall do to
get his dearly beloved to an Inn, that she may there rest her
distempered body. And then getting her up again, they ride very softly
forwards, to get to the end of their journy.

Truly, I must confess, that amongst the rest of the Pleasures of
marriage, this is but a very sorry one. But stay a little, yonder me
thinks I see the Steeple, we shall be there presently; the little
trouble and grief you have had, will make the salutations you receive,
and the scituation of the place seem so much the pleasanter. And these
dainty green Meadows will be a delicate refreshment. You'l find your
stomack not only sharpned, but also curiously cleansed of all sorts of
filthy and slimy humours. And you light not sooner from your horse
then your appetite is ready to entertain