The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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CCXXVII. The Proverbs of Solomon.
In short Instructive Proverbs here we learn
From Solomon, true Wisdom to discern:
He shows 'tis plac'd in Piety alone,
That the Foundation, that the Corner-Stone;
Then thus the Royal Moralist goes on.
Regard thy Parents sage Advice, my Son!
Ill Company and bad Examples shun!
When Sinners thee to Ruin wou'd entice,
Rather attend to Wisdom's kind Advice!
Ah, foolish Boy!—concern'd and loud she cries,
How long wilt thou in Vice's Mazes rove!
How long thy Folly and thy Ruin love!
Turn e're too late, O turn when I reprove;
Lest I thy gasping Pray'rs refuse to hear,
Laugh at thy Mis'ry, and deride thy Fear:
But if thy Soul to Wisdom thou incline,
And search, as Silver in the secret Mine;
God will the Knowledge of himself impart,
Which with unfading Joys shall fill thy Heart:
Of wicked Men 'twill teach thee to beware,
And guard thee from the lewd deceitful Fair,
Whose Eyes are Traps, and every Word a Snare.
Smoother than Oil her Tongue in Falshood skill'd,
Her Lips like Honey from the Rock distill'd;
But O, as Wormwood, bitter is her End:
Her Lovers to the Shades of Death descend.
Will Fire within the Bosom rest disarm'd?
Can any walk on burning Coals unharm'd?
More fondly blind, more madly desp'rate he
Whose Soul defil'd with base Adultery:
The worst of Thieves, curs'd and abhorr'd his Name,
Nor ever curable his wounded Fame.
Beware an injur'd Husband's jealous Rage,
Which less than Life there's nothing can asswage.
What potent Charms, what well-known guiltless Arts
The Syrens use to snare unguarded Hearts?
As from my Window once I cast mine Eye,
Full of himself, a Youth walk'd careless by;
Near a lewd Woman's Den, too near he pass'd;
A furious Tyger makes not half the haste;
When urg'd by hungry Stings, to seize his Prey
As she to him, from where she ambush'd lay;
With harden'd Face she to her Quarry ran,
Attack'd with Harlot Smiles, and thus began:
From Solomon, true Wisdom to discern:
He shows 'tis plac'd in Piety alone,
That the Foundation, that the Corner-Stone;
Then thus the Royal Moralist goes on.
Regard thy Parents sage Advice, my Son!
Ill Company and bad Examples shun!
When Sinners thee to Ruin wou'd entice,
Rather attend to Wisdom's kind Advice!
Ah, foolish Boy!—concern'd and loud she cries,
How long wilt thou in Vice's Mazes rove!
How long thy Folly and thy Ruin love!
Turn e're too late, O turn when I reprove;
Lest I thy gasping Pray'rs refuse to hear,
Laugh at thy Mis'ry, and deride thy Fear:
But if thy Soul to Wisdom thou incline,
And search, as Silver in the secret Mine;
God will the Knowledge of himself impart,
Which with unfading Joys shall fill thy Heart:
Of wicked Men 'twill teach thee to beware,
And guard thee from the lewd deceitful Fair,
Whose Eyes are Traps, and every Word a Snare.
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Her Lips like Honey from the Rock distill'd;
But O, as Wormwood, bitter is her End:
Her Lovers to the Shades of Death descend.
Will Fire within the Bosom rest disarm'd?
Can any walk on burning Coals unharm'd?
More fondly blind, more madly desp'rate he
Whose Soul defil'd with base Adultery:
The worst of Thieves, curs'd and abhorr'd his Name,
Nor ever curable his wounded Fame.
Beware an injur'd Husband's jealous Rage,
Which less than Life there's nothing can asswage.
What potent Charms, what well-known guiltless Arts
The Syrens use to snare unguarded Hearts?
As from my Window once I cast mine Eye,
Full of himself, a Youth walk'd careless by;
Near a lewd Woman's Den, too near he pass'd;
A furious Tyger makes not half the haste;
When urg'd by hungry Stings, to seize his Prey
As she to him, from where she ambush'd lay;
With harden'd Face she to her Quarry ran,
Attack'd with Harlot Smiles, and thus began:
Fortune is kind, nor have I pray'd in vain,
Since at the last so dear a Friend I gain:
Long have I languish'd for this happy Hour,
When with these greedy Eyes I thee devour:
Thou now art mine, nor I with ease will part
From that dear Man, who long has charm'd my Heart.
All, all is ready; all that may invite
Thy am'rous Youth to taste of stoln Delight:
Till the Day dawn, and envious Sun shall shine,
Be Drunk with Love, and pledge full Bowls of mine,
Nor on my Dotard-Husband think for Shame!
'Twill pall our Joys that odious Thing to name:
The Wretch is gone to some rich Mart or Fair,
His faithful Spouse ne're ask'd, and cares not where.
If long enough he stay; nor will he haste,
Till his long Bag of Gold begin to waste:
Till then—she said, he's fast within her Toils,
Her flatt'ring Tongue his heedless Youth beguiles:
So the dull Ox to Slaughter tamely goes,
So to the Snare the Bird, but neither knows
That Death is there; so He, till in his Heart,
He feels (and writhes in vain) the fatal Dart.
Her House the Grave from whence no Guests return,
Down, down they sink to Hell, and there for ever mourn.
Since at the last so dear a Friend I gain:
Long have I languish'd for this happy Hour,
When with these greedy Eyes I thee devour:
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From that dear Man, who long has charm'd my Heart.
All, all is ready; all that may invite
Thy am'rous Youth to taste of stoln Delight:
Till the Day dawn, and envious Sun shall shine,
Be Drunk with Love, and pledge full Bowls of mine,
Nor on my Dotard-Husband think for Shame!
'Twill pall our Joys that odious Thing to name:
The Wretch is gone to some rich Mart or Fair,
His faithful Spouse ne're ask'd, and cares not where.
If long enough he stay; nor will he haste,
Till his long Bag of Gold begin to waste:
Till then—she said, he's fast within her Toils,
Her flatt'ring Tongue his heedless Youth beguiles:
So the dull Ox to Slaughter tamely goes,
So to the Snare the Bird, but neither knows
That Death is there; so He, till in his Heart,
He feels (and writhes in vain) the fatal Dart.
Her House the Grave from whence no Guests return,
Down, down they sink to Hell, and there for ever mourn.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |