[Greek:  Terontologia], or, [Greek:  Ochema], shews, as tho’ it were in a Looking-glass, what Things are to be avoided in Life, and what Things contribute to the Tranquillity of Life.  Old Men that were formerly intimate Acquaintance when Boys, after forty Years Absence, one from the other, happen to meet together, going to Antwerp. There seems to be a very great Inequality in them that are equal in Age. Polygamus, he is very old: Glycion has no Signs of Age upon him, tho’ he is sixty six; he proposes a Method of keeping off old Age.  I. He consults what Sort of Life to chuse, and follows the Advice of a prudent old Man, who persuades him to marry a Wife that was his equal, making his Choice with Judgment, before he falls in Love. 2.  He has born a publick Office, but not obnoxious to troublesome Affairs. 3.  He transacts Affairs that do not expose him to Envy. 4.  He bridles his Tongue. 5.  He is not violently fond of, nor averse to any Thing.  He moderates his Affections, suffers no Sorrow to abide with him all Night. 6.  He abstains from Vices, and renews his Patience every Day. 7.  He is not anxiously thoughtful of Death. 8.  He does not travel into foreign Countries. 9.  He has nothing to do with Doctors. 10.  He diverts himself with Study, but does not study himself lean.  On the other hand, Polygamus has brought old Age upon him, by the Intemperance of his Youth, by Drinking, Whoring, Gaming, running in Debt; he had had eight Wives. Pampirus, he becomes a Merchant; but consumes all he has by Gaming; then he becomes a Canon; then a Carthusian; after that a Benedictine; and last of all, turns Soldier. Eusebius, he gets a good Benefice and preaches.

EUSEBIUS, PAMPIRUS, POLYGAMUS, GLYCION, HUGUITIO, and HARRY the
Coachman.

Euseb. What new Faces do I see here?  If I am not mistaken, or do not see clear, I see three old Companions sitting by me; Pampirus, Polygamus and Glycion; they are certainly the very same.

Pa. What do you mean, with your Glass Eyes, you Wizard?  Pray come nearer a little, Eusebius.

Po. Hail, heartily, my wish’d for Eusebius.

Gl. All Health to you, the best of Men.

Eu. One Blessing upon you all, my dear Friends.  What God, or providential Chance has brought us together now, for I believe none of us have seen the one the other, for this forty Years.  Why Mercury with his Mace could not have more luckily brought us together into a Circle; but what are you doing here?

Pa. We are sitting.

Eu. I see that, but what do you sit for?

Po. We wait for the Antwerp Waggon.

Eu. What, are you going to the Fair?

Po. We are so:  but rather Spectators, than Traders, tho’ one has one Business, and another has another.