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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XLII. Chap. xlii.
Here safely maiest thou tread; in all of these
Be Confident to please Men, or Displease.
First, of the law of God; to Witnes Truth,
For vertue with an vncontrouléd Mouth
To Iustifie thy ffreind; or the right knowne,
A stranger's honour; to Dispose thy owne;
To preserve Iustice with a perfect Scale;
To make thy owne Content, or great, or Small;
To bargaine ffairely, & keepe honest trade;
To Correct Children, t' vse (where th' art betray'd
By a false servant) rigour; to restraine
A wife Immodest, in her entertaine;
To locke vp all Things; Treasure to conceale,
Where many hands are to purloine & steale;
To take a due account of all affaires,
And keep in writeing, how & what they are;
T' instruct the Simple; teach the illiterate;
To help old Men falsely preiudicate;
These beare a Warrant, in these feare noe shame,
Honour & Glory shall enrich thy Name.
Be Confident to please Men, or Displease.
First, of the law of God; to Witnes Truth,
For vertue with an vncontrouléd Mouth
To Iustifie thy ffreind; or the right knowne,
A stranger's honour; to Dispose thy owne;
To preserve Iustice with a perfect Scale;
To make thy owne Content, or great, or Small;
To bargaine ffairely, & keepe honest trade;
To Correct Children, t' vse (where th' art betray'd
By a false servant) rigour; to restraine
A wife Immodest, in her entertaine;
To locke vp all Things; Treasure to conceale,
Where many hands are to purloine & steale;
To take a due account of all affaires,
And keep in writeing, how & what they are;
T' instruct the Simple; teach the illiterate;
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These beare a Warrant, in these feare noe shame,
Honour & Glory shall enrich thy Name.
A Carefull Father will an order keepe
In honour of his Daughter; though she sleepe
His thoughts are busie, lest her youth Decay
A Virgin, or she, Married, diss-obey;
Lest when the Roses in her Virgin Cheeke
Blush Woman, & perfections handsome Speake,
She fall ignobly to a Shamefull bed,
And the Wombe, gviltie, publish what she did.
Or, haveing fairely past a virgin's Life,
To take a Husband and become a Wife,
Least she be scandalous, either to wrong
Her honour or her Oath; or if she long
Be without Issue, least she Barren prove:
How many feares rise from a father's love!
In honour of his Daughter; though she sleepe
His thoughts are busie, lest her youth Decay
A Virgin, or she, Married, diss-obey;
Lest when the Roses in her Virgin Cheeke
Blush Woman, & perfections handsome Speake,
She fall ignobly to a Shamefull bed,
And the Wombe, gviltie, publish what she did.
Or, haveing fairely past a virgin's Life,
To take a Husband and become a Wife,
Least she be scandalous, either to wrong
Her honour or her Oath; or if she long
Be without Issue, least she Barren prove:
How many feares rise from a father's love!
To an Immodest daughter be Severe,
Lest thy ffoes tryvmph, & the vulgar Eare
Be privy to her Shame; & her Crimes rise
Thy ignominy to thy Enimies.
Lest thy ffoes tryvmph, & the vulgar Eare
Be privy to her Shame; & her Crimes rise
Thy ignominy to thy Enimies.
Sin not to looke on Beautie, & abstaine
To meet with Woemen at an Entertaine;
For Sin is of the Woeman, as a Mothe
Bred in the Wooll, & nourish't by the Cloth.
Better a Sullen Man then the sweet fface
Of Woeman's Courtesie, wch brings disgrace.
To meet with Woemen at an Entertaine;
For Sin is of the Woeman, as a Mothe
Bred in the Wooll, & nourish't by the Cloth.
Better a Sullen Man then the sweet fface
Of Woeman's Courtesie, wch brings disgrace.
I will now tell of higher things, and Speake
The Workes of God; how great they! I, how weake!
By his word they were all: the Sun doth range
Heaven's studded Pavement; and behold the Strange
And secret things the Machine doth present;
A Glorious Worke! a Maker Excellent!
Was't not ordain'd by God that holy Men
Should travaile in his wonders? and commend
Them, written, to Posteritie; the more
To shew his Glorie, and confirme his Power?
Hee tryeth the Depth, or Deeper then the Deepe,
The heart of Man; the Secrets which all keepe
In humane bosome; for he knoweth all
Times, Seasons, Ages, How and when they fall;
Things past, and things to come; things secret, and
Ignote, as Daylight in his Presence stand;
Thought cannot passe him, nor an Accent breakes
Vnheard; noe whisper, but to him it Speakes;
In the disposure of his workes, how Wise!
Hee hath ordain'd them Glorious to all Eyes;
Hee was from ever, and shall ever raigne;
None can adde to him; Noe Man soe profane
Dare take away or lessen; only Wise,
Able to governe All, by selfe-Advice.
How glorious are his Workes! how delectable!
But (oh) the thought of Mortall is not able
To Comprehend the least; they live and Shall
For ever fflourish and obey his Call;
They are all Double that opposeth this;
Nothing done by him can be done amisse;
His worke is perfect All, but Man is Weake
To Apprehend the height, much less, to Speake.
The Workes of God; how great they! I, how weake!
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Heaven's studded Pavement; and behold the Strange
And secret things the Machine doth present;
A Glorious Worke! a Maker Excellent!
Was't not ordain'd by God that holy Men
Should travaile in his wonders? and commend
Them, written, to Posteritie; the more
To shew his Glorie, and confirme his Power?
Hee tryeth the Depth, or Deeper then the Deepe,
The heart of Man; the Secrets which all keepe
In humane bosome; for he knoweth all
Times, Seasons, Ages, How and when they fall;
Things past, and things to come; things secret, and
Ignote, as Daylight in his Presence stand;
Thought cannot passe him, nor an Accent breakes
Vnheard; noe whisper, but to him it Speakes;
In the disposure of his workes, how Wise!
Hee hath ordain'd them Glorious to all Eyes;
Hee was from ever, and shall ever raigne;
None can adde to him; Noe Man soe profane
Dare take away or lessen; only Wise,
Able to governe All, by selfe-Advice.
How glorious are his Workes! how delectable!
But (oh) the thought of Mortall is not able
To Comprehend the least; they live and Shall
For ever fflourish and obey his Call;
They are all Double that opposeth this;
Nothing done by him can be done amisse;
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To Apprehend the height, much less, to Speake.
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