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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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XI. Chap. xi.

Wisedome exalts the humble, gives him place
With Men of Honour. For the outward face
Let not a Man be praiséd, nor despise
A Man deforméd; for he may be wise;
For loe, the Bee, a despicable thing,
Almost the least of Creatures haveing wing,
Yet in her fruit most faithfull. Bee not thou
Proud of gay Rags, nor beare a haughty Brow,
When th' art in Place of honour; for alone
The workes of God are Glorious and vnknowne.
Tirants haue fal'n, & to possess the Throne,
Hee, from obscuritie, hath chosen One.
Great Men have fal'n to Shame, & he of Note
Hath beene deliver'd to a Stranger's vote.
Rashly blame noe man; but with mature heed,
Iudge and reforme it. Be not blindly led
To give thy vote ere the cause be full told;
And patiently heare both, nor hott, nor Cold;
Intrude not for a faction, or to raise
Vnheard of Doubts. What boots a sinfull praise?
Intend not diverse things. Shun busines
Almost at all; at least, hate the Excesse;

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For if thou profit, all thy gaines not gott,
Thou art corrupted, or at least soe thought;
Thou shalt not keepe thy Reputation free,
In Eyther way, to follow or to flee.
Those come of God, Attend vpon his breath:
Prosperous or adverse fortunes, Life or Death;
Riches & Povertie; Wisedome is his,
And the right vse of Sacred Knowledges.
Love & good-Workes of him are precedent,
Error & Darknes Sinners circumvent;
And they that Magnifie their follies done
Wax Gray in Sin, past all recurement gone.
The Iust inherite blessings, which shall be
Vpon thy house, to all Posteritye.
Some Man is rich by his owne Miserie,
And that's the wages he shall ever see;
In that he wanteth it his owne acquist,
Nor thinketh further; ffond Man! whither is't
Sin drives thy Soule? Behold the Time is nere,
That thou must leave it All; thou knowest not where,
Nor less, to whom. Feare God, & entertaine
Thy Age in a good Worke, nor have a vaine
Inquisitive Eye to others; what they Doe
'Tis not at all to thee; but Iustly goe
In thy owne way. By the full hand of Heaven
Wealth to the needy suddainly is given.
The Iust shall prosper and shall live in Peace,
With an aboundant Store & large encrease.

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Be not then you too wise, in [vanitye]
With heaven to say, what either shall it be,
Profit or Pleasure? what shall I expect,
Another day, gverdon to my respect?
I swim in Pleasure, I have wealth at will,
'Tis not in ffate, that I can suffer ill.
Ah, ffoole! collect thy selfe, & thinke there may
Darke Clouds of want invelope the bright Day.
Be not deiect in Miserie, for know
God can give succour, & can give it now.
In greatest need, the small time of an houre,
To Man, if but his fortunes seeme to lowre,
Is tedious; he falls beneath the Load,
But 'tis the End that Crown's the Labour Good.
Iudge noe Man happie till he be declin'd,
Then see and Iudge as he hath left behind;
In them he shall suruiue. Be Hospitable
But not to All; some Man is sociable
To get advantage on thee; in his breath
Rise many vapours, Noxious to the Death.
As secure Innocence, not dreading harme,
The Silly Partridge run's into the Charme
The fouler sett; or as the Hind is ta'ne
In the strong Toyle, soe waits the sinfull Man
To see thy fall; and laies his Machine at
Thy fame; and from thy worth doth derogate,
With feirce invectives. Sparkes ingender fire
And Shame encreaseth, thoe rais'd by a Lyar;
And he still aggravates. O, Son! beware

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And Shun the Wicked Man, who setts a snare
How to surprise thee; if too intimate
Thou with an Alien be, repent it late;
In his Seditions, in thy owne vnrest
And greife, to See him of thy state Possest.