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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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XIII. Chap. xiii.

Hee that doth handle Pitch cannot be free,
But pertake of its foulenes; neither hee
Whose Intimate is proud, & of a mind
Haughty & scornfull, but will be enclin'd
Or possest with it wholly. Never seeke
A burthen 'bove thy Power; doe not recke
Thy selfe the wiser, to b' Associate
With those who are beyond thee in Estate;
For with what safety doe those Vessells stand,
The Chaldron & a pot of Earth? A hand
By accident but stirring Each to Each,
Needs must the Brittle suffer in the Breach.
The Rich man he has done an Iniurie,
Yet stands vpon his Act Imperiouslie,
And threatens more; but the Poore is wrong'd
And yet he Supplicates to be atton'd.
If vsefull to thy great freind, thou art his,
But if vnnecessary, hee'le despise
Thy very Name; hee'le feast it at thy Table,
And take thy Spoile; but when thou art not able

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To subsist longer, 'twill not be his care,
To pitty or give comfort or repaire;
If he have need, oh! then he smooth's his brow,
Hee fawn's & smiles, and askes thee, what want'st thou?
Promises mountaines, brings thee to his feast,
And doth subvert thy Reason, in thy Tast;
Till twice or thrice, or till at least th' art worne
In his occasions; then thou art his Scorne;
Hee knowes thee not, will shun thee on his way,
And shake his Head, scorning what thou dost Say.
Beware the words of Greatnes, lest thou fall
Ignorant of their plots; or, if thou shall
Suffer the Court of Greatnes, and be prest
With many Invitations, as his Gvest;
Keepe at thy Guard of distance, and the more
He shall Importune what he sought before;
Press not vpon him, lest thou be his Scorne,
Nor stand too distant, least thou be forlorne:
Seeke not with him to vse the libertie
Of Speech, nor have too much Credulitie
Vnto his many words; for wth the vaine
Emptines of much Speech hee'le entertaine
And hold thee Captive; or, as nothing were,
Sift from thee what thou knowst, wth a Cheere,
Intending honesty, and search thy Heart
Thorough wth Smiles; then leaue thee where thou art,
In the thick chase of Ignorance, that while
Hee takes advantage, and doth seeke to Spoile

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Thee in thy owne; and at another Day,
Thou art the Author of what he shall Say.
Be Circumspect; for 'tis an anxious way,
And let thy Soule listen to what I say:
“While thou hast Life, love him, the gratious giver,
“And Invocate salvation thence for ever.
Beasts seeke and love in kind; & Amitie
Cometh to Men from their Proximitie.
All Creatures Ioy in Kind, & Man wth Man;
For what Alliance, what relation
Hath the gant Wolfe wth the Innocent Lamb?
Soe Sinners wth the Righteous the same;
What 'twixt those ferals of Societie,
Hiena and the Dog? or what can be
Betwixt the Rich & Poore? As the wild Asse
Stands but a Prey in the great Wildernesse,
To surly Lyons; soe the Rich devour
The Innocent, & tread vpon the Poore.
As the Proud Man the humble soule doth hate,
Soe doth the Rich the needie Execrate.
A Rich Man, though in something he decline,
Has freinds t' assist, but the poore in vaine
May expect the ayde of freinds; for he has none.
A Rich man taxéd, he has every one
Readie to vindicate him; he dare say
Forbidden things, and haughtily display
His words to Treason; yet hee's Iustified.
The poore, he Slipt, & every tongue could chide,

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And give a sharpe reproofe. How often has
Hee vtter'd wisedome? yet could gaine noe place.
All Men are silent to a rich Man's voice,
And they extoll his wisedome to the Skyes;
But if a poore Man speake (oh, abiect state!
And in opinion, how vnfortunate!)
Every Man darts at him in Spight, and say
What fellow's this? and if he stumble, they
Rush to his overthrow. Good, doubtles, are
Riches to those, (if such?) as doe not share
In Evill that attends it. What disgrace
Doe Sinners put vpon a poore Man's case!
The disposition of the heart is read
Vpon the forehead; for the heart is glad,
Lends a bright aspect, and doth give the Eye
Language t' Express a Man's Prosperitie.
The sence of hidden Misteries to find,
Is difficult, and to a Troublous Mind.