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MY Children dear, mark well my Words And keep my Precepts well, Consider daily in your Minds, The Words which I shall tell: The Gain is great which I shall tell, Good Counsel doth direct, Their Ways and Actions for the best, That do it not neglect. First worship God above all Things, Vain Swearing see you shun, Hear much, but see you little say, Thereby much good is won: Speak thou no ill of any Man, Tend well thy own Affairs, Bridle thy Wrath and Anger so, For thereof comes no Cares. Be mild and gentle in thy Speech, Both unto Man and Child: Refuse not good and lawful Gains, With Friends be not beguild; Forget not any good Thing done, Relieve thy Neighbours Need; And when thou lives in Wealth and Ease, The Hungry see thou feed.
In God repose thy Strength and Stay, With Tongue extol his Praise; Honour thy Parents and the Lord, He will Prolong thy Days; He that his Father honour doth, God will forgive his Sin, He who his Mother loves is like, Much Favour for to win. A Son obedient to the Lord, His Mother comfort shall; The Fathers Blessing stays the House, When it is like to fall A wise Son makes the Father glad, Fools do their Mother grieve, For when their Parents aged are, They will not them relieve. He that his Mother doth despise, Shall come to nought and worse, The Ravens shall pick out their Eyes, That do their Parents curse. From needy Men turn not thy Face, Let not thy Right Hand know What thou dost with thy Left Hand give, Or on the Poor bestow.
Cast no Man in the Teeth with that, Which you for him hath done, But in constant steady Course Let all your Favours run: Before thou talkst not that which may, Much Trouble to thee bring: With godly Fear serve thou the Lord, And reverence the King. Boast not thyself before Gods Sight, Who knows thy Heart always; Offend not thou the Multitude, Faint not when thou dost pray: Scorn not a man in Misery, Esteem not tatling Tales; Consider Reason is exild When as a Drunkard rails. Use not thy Lips to loathsome Lies, By Craft increase no Wealth, And strive not with a mighty man, With Temperance nourish Health: Look that thou order well thy Words, Leave not thy Friends for Gold, Trust not too much before you try, In venturing be not too bold.
They that upon the Poor bestow, Unto the Lord doth lend, And God unto such Men again, A thousand Fold doth send; As Water doth the Fire quench; Whose Fury great doth grow, Even so shall Mercy quench their Sins, The which doth Mercy Show. Hear thou Gods Word with earnest care, With Wisdom answer make; Be thou not movd with every Wind, Such Courses Sinners take; They talk well of thy Fame or Shame Fools do themselves annoy; Trust not thy own Will over much, For that will thee destroy. They that the living God do fear, A faithful Friend will find, A true Friend is a Jewel rare, And Comfort to the Mind: Hear Sermons, and good Sentences Thou must receive aright, In Gods Commandment exercise Thyself both Day and Night. Think on the Pain thy Mother had, In bringing thee to Life; Fear God who knows thy secret Thoughts And look thou makes no Strife; Visit the Sick with carefulness, The Prisoners Grief consider, Shew Pity to the Fatherless, And God will thee deliver. Help still to right the Widows wrong, Remember still thy End, So thou shalt never do amiss, Nor wilfully offend. Trust not a reconciled Friend, More than an open Foe, They that touch Pitch must be defild, Take Heed thou dost not so. Take not a Wife that wanton is, And full of shamful Words; The flattering of an Harlot is At length more sharp than Swords; Cast not thy Love on such a one, Whose Looks can thee alure; In every Face where Beauty is, The Hearts not always pure. A Woman fair and indiscreet, Is like a Ring of Gold, The which in a Swines Snout is set, Unseemly to behold. The Malice of lewd Women shun, For they will thee destroy,
Hate her that doth on every Man Set her Delight and Joy. From others let thy Praise proceed Boast not thyself in ought; He that hath a flattering Tongue, Is oft to Ruin brought. The Child that doth its Parents rob, Is guilty of great Sin; He always wil[l] be disesteemd, And shall no Favour win. Correction bringeth Wisdom sound, Fools hate good Council still, That Child doth grieve his Mother much That strives against her will; The good Child shineth as the Light, Which bringeth on the Day, The Wicked know not where they w[alk,] For Darkness is their way. Put far from thee a forward Mouth, A slanderous Tongue is ill, And do not thou a slanderous Mind In any wise fulfil. A Harlot brings a Man to beg, In her is found no Truth; In gladness therefore live and die With the Wife of thy Youth. Much babling breedeth much Offence, He that speaks least is wise; Gods Blessing only makes Men rich. From whence all Joys arise; Better is little, fearing God, Than Bags of Gold got ill, And better is one Bit of Bread, Than a fat Ox with Ill-will. Who brooks not Warning hates his Soul True Age worship aright; A patient Man far better is, Than one endowed with Might: Mans Credit comes by doing Good, An humble Mind indeed Is better than a Liar proud, From whom vain Brags proceed. By this, dear Children, you may learn How to direct your Ways To God, to Man, to Common-wealth, Where eer thy dwelling stays, Print well in Remembrance, Those Lessens I have shewn, Then shall you live in happy State, When I am dead and gone.
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