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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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X. Chap. x.

An vnwise King the People shall Lament,
But where there is a goodly government,
Where vpright Men sit in Authoritie,
Then, shall the Cittie see Prosperitie.
God doth dispose of Rule, and in his Eyes
How despicable are Iniquities;
And though he suffer now, at his good time,
The Rulers shall be Iust, & free from Crime.
The fate of Man is in th' all-gvidinge hand,
He makes the learnéd in his honour stand.
Forgive thy Neighbour's trespass, and let not
Thy thoughts be busie in a wicked Plott.
Pride before God and to an Equall Man,
Is in both Sin; hate all, in Each as One.
Crownes are dispos'd, and often have translation
From this to that, from that to th' other Nation;
Because of wrongs, Iniustice, wrested lawes,
Oppressions, Tyrrannies, or some such cause.
Nothing less worthy, in the highest eyes,
Then Man, besotted on his avarice.
Why art thou proud? oh! thou of humane birth!
Thou art but Ashes, or at the best, but Earth;
There is not, cannot be, a viler thing,
Then to love Money; such a Man would bring

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His Soule to Mercate; for his Life, his Name
Are gone, in being Slave to his owne shame.
Tyrrany raigns not long: as the disease
Pussles the Doctor, difficult to Ease,
Hee tries a desperate Cure in such a need;
Soe, hee, to-Day a King, to-Morrow, Dead;
Why (Dust), then, art thou Proud? when Man doth fall,
Hee falls to Serpents, Beasts, to Wormes; and All
The beginning of Man's Pride is to decline
ffrom God, and make a Iest of things devine;
Pride is the fount, but rises at the streame,
And still growes higher, till in the Extreame
It overflowes, &, like a Torrent's vent,
Doth ruine such as stand to try the Event.
Smear'd in the foulnes of his Sin, the advice
Of wicked Men shall perish in a trice.
God hath cast downe the thrones of Maiestie
And haughty Kings, t' advance humilitye;
The Proud of Nations he doth Contemne,
And gives the lowly to inhabite them;
He hath subverted where the Heathen lurke,
And vtterly demolishéd their worke;
They wither in his sight and fall away,
Nor shall their Memorye any longer stay.
The Proud Man's soule shall perish, only he
Of humble Soule shall shine in Dignitie.
In Men Pride was not ever, neither hath
The weaker Sex beene still accite to Wrath.

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Children that feare God shall haue honour in
Their Daies; & such shall suffer in their Sin,
As doe reiect his Lawes; for as the place
Conferreth Honour, soe doth ever Grace.
Crownes flourish in the feare of God, Decline
Where Pride and Tyrranny doe madly Ioyne.
His feare is Glory to the Greatest Name,
Not less then to a Man of Obscure ffame.
Shall Povertie obscure an able Mind?
Or 'cause another's wealthy, shall he find
Honour and praise of Wisedome? he, a foole?
This can not stand to an Indifferent Soule.
The King, the Iudge, and the Gown'd Magistrate,
Are honourable, but there's none more Greate
Then he that fears God, Vnto Servitude.
Free-men, attend, if Gracious & Endued
With Knowledge. Hee who knowes will not disdaine
Councell; but fooles noe honour can attaine.
Necessity admits of noe delay,
Be resolute, though in a cumbrous way.
Better the Drudge, who in his Plenty stood,
Then the Gay man that wanteth for his food.
Let thy humility adorne thy Browes,
And thinke thy selfe noe better then thou knowes.
Who will account him iust that wrongs him selfe?
Or honour him who thrusts his Soule on Shelfe
Of Preiudice? The Poore, 'cause he is wise
Is honor'd; & the rich, Men will despise,
For what he has. How more then worthy hee

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Whose honour Shineth in his Povertie,
When he shall be of State! & how much more
Shall he be Abiect, when he is but Poore,
Whose wealth was all his vertue! Then his Name
Dyes with his story, perisheth as it came.