w first come into that noble
School & herein his patience shall be effectually exercised or that
this is but the first year of trying the same! O how happy are they
that are well instructed in it.

Do but see how impatient the good expecting Father is. What is there
not yet wanting, before he hath his lesson perfect! Behold the poor
Drone, how he moves too & fro! see what a loss and tostication he is
in! he tramples his hat under his feet, pulls the hair off his head,
not knowing what he would do, or which way to help his dear Wife; and
the Friends that were sent for do not come so quick as he expected,
because the most part of them must first trick and prick themselves up
before that they dare come; the one fearing the piercing view of
another, though they be all near relations and friends.

Here he stands trembling, not knowing which way to turn himself.
Womens assistance is at this present most requisite, and a good
Stierman at Stern, or the ship may run upon a sand. She runs first
backwards then forwards; seeks here then there. And although he hath
the keys of all the Chests, and Trunks, his head runs so much a Wool
gathering, that, let him do what he will, he can find no sort of those
things he most stands in need of.

Alas all things is thus out of order, by reason the good woman did not
think to come so soon in Childbed. Oh what manner of Jinkinbobs are
not here wanting that are most useful at this occasion; and the
Midwife cries and bawls for them that she's hoarse again! here's both
the groaning-stool and the screen yet to be made: And Mistris
_Perfect_ hath them both, but they are lent out.

Yonder Peg the maid runs her anckle out of joint, and her self out of
breath, to desire to borrow them of Mistris _Buy-all_. And she's
hardly gotten out of dores, before they perceive that the warming pan
is yet to be bought; and that that's worst of all, is, that all the
Child-bed linnen is not yet starch'd or iron'd; oftentimes it happens
that it is yet upon the Bankside at bleach. What a miserable condition
is this!

Here the good man is at no small quandary, with all the women, oh were
this the greatest disappointment for him! but presently he sees all
the womens countenances looking very dole-fully and mournfully at each
other, one beginning to pray; another to cry in; there comes a great
alteration in the pangs and pains of her Labour; nay they are so
desperate, that the fear is, either the mother or the child,