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The godly man stands on the surest ground;
For he seeks help where help is to be found:
But lo! the wicked are in dreadful case;
Destruction follows them from place to place.

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A fool for Christ is certainly most wise,
Though all the rest of mankind him despise:
They're only fools that wealth and honours make
Their god while here, and the true God forsake.
For nat'ral fools I have nothing to say,
But leave their event to the judgment-day.

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That man his journey likely overtakes,
Who in the morning slumb'ring sleep forsakes.

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Rising betimes, he briskly takes his way,
Before the sun his sultry beams display:
Still making progress, ev'ry step doth tend
To make him at the last his journey end.

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A rogue detected by proof rightly led,
Reason for him can no excuses plead:
As is his crime so must his sentence be;
It is unjust to let a rogue go free;
For, when he's punish'd, others may take care,
And not involve themselves into the snare.
Sure rogues are plagues unto society;
So reason says, that ev'ry rogue should die.

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When surly winter with his blasts appear,
The most inclement season of the year,
The chilling frosts and icy snows descend;
'Gainst them the flow'rs cannot themselves defend;
And blust'ring Boreas thunders o'er the plain,
And robs the fields of all their vernal green:
So, when the wicked o'er the godly reigns,
They're made to languish and submit to chains.