Surely the old fox,
In all I have read, is wiser than the young:
And if there is a game for fox to play,
Old fox plays cunningest.

ASTRAEA:
Why fox? Oh! uncle,
You make my heart beat with your mystery;
I never did love riddles. Why sit they
Awaiting me, and looking terrible?

HOMEWARE:
It is reported of an ancient folk
Which worshipped idols, that upon a day
Their idol pitched before them on the floor

ASTRAEA:
Was ever so ridiculous a tale!

HOMEWARE
To call the attendant fires to account
Their elders forthwith sat . . .

ASTRAEA:
Is there no prayer
Will move you, uncle Homeware?

HOMEWARE:
God-daughter,
This gentleman for you I have proposed