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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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XXV. Chap. xxv.

In those things have I pleasure, Consonant
To God & Man; Peace & a firme consent
'Mongst brothers; Love of Neighbours; & the yoke
Of Marriage kept Inviolate, not Broke,
By foule Dissention; likewise I abhorre,

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In Soule, Three sorts of other Men: the Poore
Haughtie & Proud; the rich man who doth Speake
Frequent vntruthes; the Old Man, old & weake,
To love his Sin. If thou hast gather'd ought
In thy young yeares, Old, canst thou hope for ought?
How seemly is it in the Reverend haire
To give Instruction! Oh! how goodly faire
Is Counsell from Grave Men! How sweet a thing
To Eld is Wisedome! What doth Knowledge bring
To Men of honour? The Crowne to profit Age
Is full Experience, & the heritage
They leave behind; their honour & their boast
Is in the feare of God, t' adorne them most.
Nine thinges my soul hath iudgéd happie, and
The Tenth I will pronounce: 'tis this, A Man
That in his dayes hath Comfort in his Son
And sees his foes fall to Confusion.
Happie, and more then thrice, who doth reside
Secure in vertue of a Modest Bride;
Whose tongue offended never; who did Crouch
Never to any worthles of soe much.
Happie is he who finds a Loyall freind,
And he who speakes to Men that will attend.
How is he great that wisedome doth attaine!
Yet none more great then he whose thoughts retain
A Dread of Heaven; Splendrous, & in a height
Transcending all bright Iustice hath him sitt;
Blesséd then he, blesséd beyond compare,
Whose Soule is seasonéd wth a holy feare.

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The feare of God doth first Initiate
Man to his love, & ffaith doth procreate
From his faire root. Of all, the greatest greif
Is of the heart; of Malice, 'tis the Cheife,
Wch raignes in woeman; give me Discontent
Any, but of the Heart; let Spleen be bent,
On mee by any, but (that more then Spleen)
The Malice of the weake & Feminine.
Any assault, save the assault of those
Who hate mee, any vengeance but of ffoes;
Noe head more wicked, more pernicious,
Then of a Serpent, more obnoxious;
Noe Anger then a Woeman's. Better far
Dwell with a Lyon, or where Dragons are,
Then with a perverse woeman; for her Sin
Changeth her face, & foiles her Count'nance in
A Despicable forme; as the sterne Beare,
Her husband sigheth, ere he be aware,
Conversing with his Neighbours: other Sin
Is poore & nothing to the feminine.
As an Asscent straw'd wth a slippery greet
Is Irksome to infirme & Agéd feet;
Soe a much-talking Woeman to the Mind
Of him whose thoughts are fix'd or will inclin'd.
Fall not to Beautie, nor the outward face;
Woeman, if Sinfull, sinneth to Excess.
A Woeman suffer'd, doth depress the heart,
Deiects the Eyes, & makes the mind to smart;

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Benummes the hands, Enfeebleth the knees,
And not regards her husband's Miseries.
From Woeman Sin first came; in her All Die.
Give Issue to thy waters none, though high,
Noe not a little, nor at all allow
Freedome to an ill woeman; If she know
Not her Obedience in the publick Eye
Of all the World, & of thy Enimie,
Shee will Supplant thee; cutt her from thy Side,
Least she more wrong thee & thy wrongs deride.