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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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XXVII. Chap. xxvii.

Many have Sinned, for empty hopes, to find
A triviall profit makes another blind;
Men rivet Sin in bargaine, as a Naile
Wth hammers, beaten fast into a Wall.
Vnless a Man be carefull to Live Iust,
His house will Drop away, & Dye in Dust;
As doth a Seive scatter the purer graine,
And can but only Orts' and Chaffe retaine;
Soe humane follies, openlye are seene,
When the black dregs, Embosom'd are within;
As fire proves the Clay, Soe words declare
The inward Soule, & seale Men what they are.
A well-drest Tree will bring an Early fruite,
And a full Soule cannot be Ever Mute.
Let not thy Tongue run in a forward praise
Of any Man, ignorant of his waies
And stranger to his words; if he impart
Wisedome in words, it may informe desert,

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To thy opinion; for in this doth rest,
The only valid and Convinceing Test.
Thou shalt acquire Iustice, in the pursuit,
And put her on, as a vest, fairely wrought;
Thou shalt inhabite, in her glorious Tent;
She will be a Defence and Ornament,
To thee for ever; thou shalt stand Immute,
Beleagver'd round, with horrors, feare, & Doubt.
Birds keep in kind, & soe doth Truth resound
With glory to his Name, where she is found;
As waits the Næmean Lyon for his Pray,
Soe Sin attends the Sinner to betray.
Wisedome the words of holy Men doth Crowne,
But ffooles are variable as the Moone;
Ramble not thou with Idle Company,
But shunne their Meetings; vse wth frequencye
The learnéd Synods; what ffooles haue exprest
Provokes the Soule, they make their Sin, their Iest.
He, who to strengthen his discourse, can Mint
Flagitious Oathes, & vtter Confident,
In the bright Face of heaven, his Blasphemies,
With horror makes affrighted haire to rise;
Confounding Sence in his Contentions,
With Itterated Imprecations;
Murder attends the variance of the Proud;
Their words are quarrells, and their language loud.
He who reveales a trust, forfeits his Name,
Dyes vnbefreinded, & survives with Shame.
Be reall to thy freind, & let thy love

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Fix thee not in the power of sate to move;
For know, if thou a part of Trust disclose
'Bove recantation, then he iustly goes;
For not a Man can greater harme inttend
An Enemie, than thou hast done thy freind.
As the vnwary hand, wch did containe
The late-tooke Bird, & let her goe againe,
Soe if thy rashnes violate his Trust,
He goes away, & is for ever lost;
Bootless to follow him, escapéd farre,
Tim'rous as the Roe broke from the Snare;
For he is thrill'd wth a Mortiferous Dart,
A Twi-forkt Iavelin doth divide his heart.
Wounds, by an Artfull hand may be made sound,
And Anger vnadvis'd may be atton'd;
But he who blabs the secrett of a freind,
Shame be his Portion, & despaire his end.
He that hath busie Eyes, his heart doth plott
Strange mischeifes; he yt knowes him will haue nought
With him at all to doe; for what he saies
Is but a glosse t' exuberate thy praise,
To thy owne Eares; but when he sees the Time,
He will vnsay, & make thy vertue Crime.
Many things have I hated, but none more
Then such a Man, for God doth him abhorre,
A stone sent vpright from a Synewie Arme,
Falls, as it went, vnto the Slinger's harme;
And he that striketh with the Cutting brond
Of fraud, doth not him selfe escape the wound,

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In the deep pit wch he did whilome delve
For other's Ruine, shall he fall himselfe;
The stone wch he with a malitious heart
Laied for his Neighbour, shall himselfe subvert;
And the strong gen he for another sett,
Shall be a Snare t' entangle his owne ffeet.
Who worketh evill, it shall be his lot,
And he from whence & how it comes ignote.
Vncivill Speeches hang vpon the Tongue
Of a Proud Man, but vengeance staies not long;
They who their Soules madly Exhilirate,
To see the Iust Suffer in wayward ffate,
Shall not escape; Envy & wrath can neither
Be innocent; Sinners have both together.