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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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XII. Chap. xii.

In Almes respect to whom, that a reward
May waite thy Charity. Be still prepar'd
To Succour the Iust Man; this shall accrue
To treble recompence, & find it's due;
Though not perhaps from him, it shall be giv'n,
(Heaven being engaged) by the hand of Heav'n.
What can of good come to the Waiward Man,
Practis'd in Mischeife? or what evill can
Be absent in Oppression? Let thy hand
Be stretcht to assist vertue; but withstand
The vrgencyes of Sinners. Help the Meeke;
And let the impious want of what they seeke.
Draw back thy willing hand, fraught wth an Almes,
Withold thy Charitie; (lost in the Calmes
Of Secure Innocence, thou safely rideing;
The gust of Sin, may Stir a Surly tiding,
In Seas pacificke) he will lye in waite,
For thy destruction; Quiet thy love with hate.
Give to the Good (such Almes are never vaine)
But let the Wicked aske, & not obtaine.
In the bright day of Plenty, every Man
Will be a freind; 'tis difficult to Scan

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Who truly are soe; but in the darke Cloud,
Of Adverse ffortunes' when as wants doe shrow'd
Men in the Mists of Povertie, 'twill be
Apparent Who's a freind, who Enimie.
For when a Man in Plenty is, then those
Maligne & grudge his fortune who are foes;
And in the Day, the black & Dismall Day,
Of Want and Miserie, hardly freinds will stay.
Be circumspect & Cautele to thy foe;
For like as Iron rusteth, Ev'n soe
His Soule is tainted, though he carry faire
In all deportments; yet (My Son) beware;
Be not too free to him, least he supplant
Thy Iust designes; let not him, Arrogant,
Sit on thy Right Hand, as pre-eminence;
And he, soe bladder'd, doe not spare offence,
To thy preiudice, & vsurpe what's thine;
And thou (too late) recall these words of mine,
Into thy Memory; & thy vext Soule
Find torture in thy rashnes. For what foole
Soe tender pitties, if the Charmer be
Stung by a Serpent? or the temer'tie
Of Such as, willing, will assault the Wild
Of furious Bruits, Although he should be kill'd?
Ev'n such a one is he, who doth attend
The Sinner in his waies; & shall he find
A Pittie more? Sinners south thee in Sin,
But they fall off, if ever thou begin
To shrinke the least. As Honey, or more sweet

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And melting, Are the words of ffraud & Spight,
But inwardly as Gall: his Eyes shall be
Stor'd wth false tears, in remorse of thee;
But if he find (what cannot Malice find!)
His opportunity to goe beyond
Thy honest reach, ought to thy preiudice;
Then, then, he falls, & blood will not Suffice.
Happ'ly in adverse fortunes, he will be
Pretending help, but plotting treacherie;
Then, in derision, will he shake his head,
And Clap his hands, Applauding what he did;
Whisper to thy dishonour, & his face
fforméd to revile thee, in thy owne disgrace.