%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Hundred Godly Lessons, / That a Mother on her Death-Bed gave to her Children, whereby they may know how to Guide themselves to- / wards God and Man, to the benefit of the Common-wealth, joy of their Parents, and good to themselves. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/27/2014 33364

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R214238 1 Dying Christians Exhortation. Wigmore's Galliard Dying Christians Exhortation. MY Children dear mark well my words, / and keep they Parents will, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 829 An Hundred Godly Lessons, / That a Mother on her Death-Bed gave to her Children, whereby they may know how to Guide themselves to- / wards God and Man, to the benefit of the Common-wealth, joy of their Parents, and good to themselves. An Hundred Godly Lessons, That a Mother on her Death-Bed gave to her Children, whereby they may know how to Guide themselves to- wards God and Man, to the benefit of the Common-wealth, joy of their Parents, and good to themselves. An Hundred Godly Lessons, That a Mother on her Deathbed gave to her Children, whereby they may know how to Guide themselves towards God and Man, to the benefit of the Commonwealth, joy of their Parents, and good to themselves. ?-? A. Milbourn

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MY Children dear mark well my words, and keep thy Parents will, Consider daily in your minds the words which I shall tell: The Gain is great which shall ensue, 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 thine own affairs, Bridle thy wrath and anger so, that thereof comes no cares. Be mild and gentle in thy speech both unto Man and Child, Refuse not good and lawful gains, with words be not beguil'd: Forget not any good turn done, and help thy Neighbours need, Commit no ill in any case, the hungry see thou feed. Cast no man in the Teeth with that which thou for him hast done; Remember flesh is fond and frail, and hatred see thou shun. Leave wicked things, then no mishap shall thee to trouble bring, Crave no preferment of the Lord, nor honour of the King.
Boast not thyself before Gods sight, who knows thy heart alway: Offend not thou the multitude, faint not when thou dost pray, Scorn not a Man in misery, esteem not tatling Tales, Consider, Reason is exil'd 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 temporance nourish health. Look that thou order well thy words, leave not thy Friend for Gold, Trust not too much before thou try, in vent'ring be not bold. 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 that his Mother loves, is like one that doth favour win. A Child obedient to the Lord, his Mother comfort shall, The father's Blessing stays the house, his curse doth make it fall. A wise Child makes the father glad, fools do their Mother grieve, And shame shall come to such as do their Parents not relieve.
He that his Mother doth despise, shall come to naught 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. They that upon the Poor bestow, unto the Lord doth lend, And God unto such men again a thousand fold will send: As water doth the fire quench, whose fury great doth grow, Even so shall mercy quench their sins, the which do mercy show. Hear thou God's word with earnest ear with wisdom answer make, Be thou not mov'd with every wind, such course do sinners take; Thy talk will shew thy fame or shame, fools oft themselves annoy, Trust not thy own will overmuch, for that may thee destroy. They that the living God do fear, a faithful friend shall find: A true friend is a jewel rare, and comfort to the mind. Hear Sermons, that good sentences thou mayst conceive aright, In God's Commandments 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 make no strife. Visit the sick with carefulness, the Prisoners grief consider, Shew pitty to the Fatherless, and God will thee deliver. Help still to right the Widows wrong, remember still thine end, So thou shalt never do amiss, nor wilfully offend: Trust not a Reconciled Friend, more than an open Foe, Who toucheth Pitch shall be defil'd, take heed thou do not so. Take not a wife that wanton is, and full of shameful 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 allure, In every face where Beauty is, the heart's not always pure. A woman fair and undiscreet, 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, For do not hear a flattering tongue, thereby much ill is wrought: The Child that doth his Parents rob, and counteth it no sin, A vile destroyer he is deem'd, and shall no favour win.
Correction bringeth wisdom sound, fools hate good Counsel still, That Child doth shame his Mother m[uch,] that's let to have his will: The good man's paths shines as the lig[ht,] that beautifies the day, The wicked know not where they wal[k,] for darkness is their way. Put far from thee a froward mouth, A slanderous tongue is ill, And do not thou an Envious mind in any wise fulfill. A Harlot brings a Man to beg, in her is found no truth, In gladness therefore live and dye, with the wife of thy Youth. Much Babling breedeth great offence, he that speaks least is wise, God's blessing only makes men Ric[h] from thence 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 no warning hates his s[oul,] true Age worship aright, A patient Man far better is than one indued with might, Mans credit tames by doing good, an humble mind indeed Is better than a Lyar proud, from whence vain brags proceed. By this dear Children you may learn how to direct your ways, To God, to Prince, to Common-wea[lth] whereon your welfare stays. Print well in your Remembrance, the Lessons I have shown, Then shall you live in happy state when I am dead and gone.
Printed for A. Milbourn, in Green-Arbor-Court, in the Little Old[-Baily]