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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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IX. Chap. ix.

Harbour noe Iealous feares against thy Wife,
Nor give to her suspition, by thy Life.
Let not a Woeman too much Captivate

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Thy life, lest she betray thee to the hate
Of enemies. Avoid the Company
Of blushles Woemen, lest thou fall and Die.
Let not a voice, nor exact Motion
Betray thee to thy owne Confusion.
Detract not from a Virgin's Modestie,
To fixe vpon her with a fervent Eye.
Fall not a Prey to wantons, nor be tooke
By a lasciuious Iest, or winning looke;
Lest it, perhaps, redound to thy Shame,
And leave a blott vpon thy house & Name.
Walke not to looke on Beauties, nor enquire
After faire Woemen, to provoke desire;
Reverse thy burning Eye from the desir'd
Obiect of Beautie, though to be admir'd;
For many have fall'n soe; 'tis by thy Eye,
The fire is kindled to vnchastity.
A sinfull Woeman shall be trod as dung,
And have a bitter Scorne from every tongue;
Many have fal'n to Sin, in a Strange looke,
Fixt on her Eyes, taken with what she spoke.
Allow not freedome with another's Spouse,
Vse not with too much frequency her house;
Let, Let, the curbe of Modestie restraine
Her bed to thee, though in an Entertaine,
Intended Civill; and the needless stay
Of Banquetting admit not; lest there may
In vaine protractions, such occasions be
As may entice thy will and ruine thee.

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Leave not a provéd freind; for an Ignote
Comes but at hazard, seldome proves in ought
Like him who was; but as in Wine new-prest,
Time proves it good, and then wee drinke it best.
Ayme not at Honours, nor in thought Aspire,
To be as yon'd full Man; he shall expire
But ev'n as thou, Charg'd with a greater debt;
And what he is, nor you nor he knowes yet.
Affect not wickednes, as Sinners doe,
But thinke, thy Account needs must greater grow.
Keepe from the Man of Blood; soe shalt thou be
Safe from the feare of Death or Iniurie;
But if thou happen soe, give noe offence
To stir his fury; thinke, without defence,
Thou art Surround in danger; every Side
Snares to entrap thee; & thou dost bestride
Horror in every space; thou maiest fall downe
To certaine Ruine, ignorant how soone.
Be ware thy Neighbour's malice, and enquire
Counsell of Wise men; quicken thy desire
To have converse with Men who can afford
Sacred Instructions, how to serve the Lord.
Let Iust Men be thy Guests, let thy Ioy
Be only in the feare of the Most High.
Artists are pris'd and prais'd by what they doe;
And the Wise Prince, in his owne word shall know
The Gen'rall suffrage. Wise Men valued are
Not for fine words, but for the Sence they beare.

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A Man of many words doth breed debate,
And hee that bolts at all, the World shall Hate.