The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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VII. Chap. vii.
Fly Sin, and live secure; performe thy part,
Sin not remaines, but with a willing heart;
Let not thy good fall to the pregnant Slime
Of wickednes, least thou reape seven times;
Covet not too high Dignities, nor bring
Important suits, to beg it of the King;
Adde not to Merit, nor Extenuate
Thy Crime to heav'n, fondly to vindicate
Thy conscious Soule; for God doth know & see
Thy heart, thy sin, thy sin of Secresie.
Boast not thy wisedome to a Royall Eare,
Nor seeke to sitt in Iudgment, least thou Erre;
Sway'd or by faction; or the sullen frowne
Of some great Man deterre thee from thy owne
Integritie. Let not the vulgar be
Thy malice, nor admit Communitie,
But at a distance. Let not double Crime
Defile thy Soule; for in one there is shame.
Say not I'le repeat my offence to heauen,
With my oblations, and what I have given,
God will accept. Be fervent in thy praier,
Frequent in Almes, and full in pious care.
Deride not Miserie; for God doth see,
And he can exalt him, and ruine thee.
Let not thy brother suffer in a Lye,
To staine thy soule, and raise him Infamie:
Forbeare to Lye at all, not in a thing
Indifferent; falshood can never bring
Ioy to thy Soule, or honour to thy Name,
But growes to Coustome, ends to thy owne shame.
Sin not remaines, but with a willing heart;
Let not thy good fall to the pregnant Slime
Of wickednes, least thou reape seven times;
Covet not too high Dignities, nor bring
Important suits, to beg it of the King;
Adde not to Merit, nor Extenuate
Thy Crime to heav'n, fondly to vindicate
Thy conscious Soule; for God doth know & see
Thy heart, thy sin, thy sin of Secresie.
Boast not thy wisedome to a Royall Eare,
Nor seeke to sitt in Iudgment, least thou Erre;
Sway'd or by faction; or the sullen frowne
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Integritie. Let not the vulgar be
Thy malice, nor admit Communitie,
But at a distance. Let not double Crime
Defile thy Soule; for in one there is shame.
Say not I'le repeat my offence to heauen,
With my oblations, and what I have given,
God will accept. Be fervent in thy praier,
Frequent in Almes, and full in pious care.
Deride not Miserie; for God doth see,
And he can exalt him, and ruine thee.
Let not thy brother suffer in a Lye,
To staine thy soule, and raise him Infamie:
Forbeare to Lye at all, not in a thing
Indifferent; falshood can never bring
Ioy to thy Soule, or honour to thy Name,
But growes to Coustome, ends to thy owne shame.
Vse Modestie in speech, let not the vaine
Ostent of words swell thee to vrge againe
Thy once repeated praier; doe not despise
An honest labour, nor with haughtie Eyes
Disdaine a Rustick lownesse. Doe not vant
Thy selfe familiar and Conversant
With the wild Crew; nor Glory in thy witt,
To thinke how rarely thou hast compass'd it.
Let not the Memory of a darling Sin
Please thy gray haires, nor let wishes in;
But thinke, oh thinke, there once will be a time
When thou must satisfie for all thy crime.
Ostent of words swell thee to vrge againe
Thy once repeated praier; doe not despise
An honest labour, nor with haughtie Eyes
Disdaine a Rustick lownesse. Doe not vant
Thy selfe familiar and Conversant
With the wild Crew; nor Glory in thy witt,
To thinke how rarely thou hast compass'd it.
Let not the Memory of a darling Sin
Please thy gray haires, nor let wishes in;
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When thou must satisfie for all thy crime.
Be of an humble soule; for to the proud,
Fire, and the gall of Conscience is allow'd.
Value thy freind 'bove all, and let the gold
Of Ophir, for thy Brother's love be Cold.
Fire, and the gall of Conscience is allow'd.
Value thy freind 'bove all, and let the gold
Of Ophir, for thy Brother's love be Cold.
Cleave to the vertuous Woeman; she is given
Thee as a portion, by the hand of Heaven:
Her vertue is full Dower, and Modestie
Adornes her more than wealth or Dignitye.
Let a good servant have a due respect
Of Love from thee; let not supine neglect
Creepe in to his deservings; let him find
Thy Care & bountie, as he was inclin'd
To doe thy pleasure; now grant his desire,
And satisfie the Labourer with hire.
If thou hast Cattle, tend them with a care,
Keepe or forgoe, as to thy vse they are.
If blest with sons let not the blessing die,
Give them Instruction from their Infancye;
Let them know rule: if Daughters, let them be
In thy owne keep, admit noe libertie:
Be strict, and curbe them wth an austere brow,
Nor let them ever thy Indulgence know.
Marry thy Daughter, by discreet advice;
For it a Matter much Important is,
Redundant to thy glorie & her good.
Let him be wise, and of vntainted blood,
Whom thy choice makes a son. If (happy thou)
To thy soule's Ioy, & thy owne wish, haue now
A Wife; be fixt there, let not lewdnes smile
To tempt thy frailty, & thy soule beguile.
Thee as a portion, by the hand of Heaven:
Her vertue is full Dower, and Modestie
Adornes her more than wealth or Dignitye.
Let a good servant have a due respect
Of Love from thee; let not supine neglect
Creepe in to his deservings; let him find
Thy Care & bountie, as he was inclin'd
To doe thy pleasure; now grant his desire,
And satisfie the Labourer with hire.
If thou hast Cattle, tend them with a care,
Keepe or forgoe, as to thy vse they are.
If blest with sons let not the blessing die,
Give them Instruction from their Infancye;
Let them know rule: if Daughters, let them be
In thy owne keep, admit noe libertie:
Be strict, and curbe them wth an austere brow,
Nor let them ever thy Indulgence know.
Marry thy Daughter, by discreet advice;
For it a Matter much Important is,
Redundant to thy glorie & her good.
Let him be wise, and of vntainted blood,
Whom thy choice makes a son. If (happy thou)
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A Wife; be fixt there, let not lewdnes smile
To tempt thy frailty, & thy soule beguile.
Honour thy father wth a pious feare,
And pay thy dutie to a mother's care;
But thinke from them thou wert, & but for Them,
Where hadst thou beene, in being or in Name?
What can requite? what's thy obedience?
Thy Love, feare, Honour? a poore recompence.
And pay thy dutie to a mother's care;
But thinke from them thou wert, & but for Them,
Where hadst thou beene, in being or in Name?
What can requite? what's thy obedience?
Thy Love, feare, Honour? a poore recompence.
Feare God in Soule, & let his preists from thee
Have honour due vnto their Dignitie;
Love thy Creator, with thy Strength, thy Life,
And let thy eare be to the Iust man's greife;
With all thy Soule fear God, & venerate
His owne anointed, & his Consecrate,
His holy Preists; give them their Due, thy Debts,
Thy first-borne fruits, Purgings, & to Expiate
Thy Sin with Sacrifice. To God be these,
Erected hands, pure heart, with humbled knees;
These be the Offerings, the sacrifice,
And first-fruits of value in his Eyes.
Give to the poore, soe God the state will bless;
And in their Praier, thou shalt expire in Peace.
Have honour due vnto their Dignitie;
Love thy Creator, with thy Strength, thy Life,
And let thy eare be to the Iust man's greife;
With all thy Soule fear God, & venerate
His owne anointed, & his Consecrate,
His holy Preists; give them their Due, thy Debts,
Thy first-borne fruits, Purgings, & to Expiate
Thy Sin with Sacrifice. To God be these,
Erected hands, pure heart, with humbled knees;
These be the Offerings, the sacrifice,
And first-fruits of value in his Eyes.
Give to the poore, soe God the state will bless;
And in their Praier, thou shalt expire in Peace.
Charitie is of worth in all men's eyes;
And let the Dead not want for Obsequies;
Comfort the Sad; Mourne with a troubled Mind;
Visit the Sicke; thy gverdon thou shalt find;
In all thy vndertakings, weigh the End,
Soe shalt thou neuer vnto Death Offend.
And let the Dead not want for Obsequies;
Comfort the Sad; Mourne with a troubled Mind;
Visit the Sicke; thy gverdon thou shalt find;
In all thy vndertakings, weigh the End,
Soe shalt thou neuer vnto Death Offend.
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