A Solemne feaste great JUPITER did make,
And warn'd all beastes, and creatures to be there:
The presse was muche, eache one his place did take:
At lengthe, when all weare in there cheifest cheare:
At seconde course, the snaile crepte slowlie in,
Whome JOVE did blame, cause hee so slacke had bin.
Who aunswered thus, oh kinge behoulde the cause?
I beare my house, wherefore my pace is slowe:
Which warneth all, in feasting for to pause,
And to the same, with pace of snaile to goe:
And further telles, no places maie compare,
Unto our homes, where wee commaunders are.