%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An excellent Song, wherein thou shalt finde / Great consolation for a troubled minde. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1650-1650 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36070

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R188999 2 Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe to the same tune Fortune my Foe To the Same Tune AIme not too high in things above thy reach, / Nor be too wise within thy own conceit, NO man can say that he is void of sinne, / For is he doe, he's much deceiv'd therein, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 12 An excellent Song, wherein thou shalt finde / Great consolation for a troubled minde. An excellent Song, wherein thou shalt find Great consolation for a troubled mind. 1650-1650 Francis Coles

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AIme not too high in things above thy reach, Nor be too wise within thy own conceit, As thou hast wealth and wit at will, So give him thanks that shall increase it still. Beware of pride, the Mother of mishap, Whose sugred snares shall seek thee to intrap, Be meek in heart, and lowly minded still, So shalt thou Gods Commandements fulfill. Cast all thy care upon the Lord, and hee In thy distresse will send to succour thee, Cease not therefore to serve him every day, Who with his blood thy ransome once did pay. Drive from thy heart ill thoughts that may offend Desire of God his holy Spirit to send, Which will direct thy life in such a sort, As thou thereby shalt finde joy and comfort. Expect each day and houre when Christ shall come With power to judge the world both all and some: Be ready then, and with the Bridegroome Christ, Receive reward in Heaven amongst the highest. Feare to offend his heavenly Majesty. Faith doth confirme true love and loyalty, Without which Faith as holy Scriptures say, [No] man to Heaven can find the perfect way.
Great is the Lord, and mercifull doubtlesse, To those that with true zeale their faults confesse But unto those in mischiefe daily runnes, He lets alone to taste what after comes. Hope in the Lord, on him repose thy trust, Serve him with feare whose judgments are most just, Desire of him thy life so to direct That to thy soule he may have good respect. Injure no man, but love thy enemy, Though to thy hurt, yet take it patiently, And think the Lord, although he suffers long, When time shall serve, will soone revenge thy wrong. Keep thou no rancour hidden in thy heart, Remember still the Word Christ did impart, That is, forgive offences ever past, As thou thyselfe wilt be forgiven at last. Lay not thy treasure up in hoarding sort, But therewithall the poore feed and comfort, If thou cold water give in Christ his Name Thrice double-fold he will reward the same. Misorder not thyselfe in any wise, In meat and drink let reason still suffice: Moderat thy mind, and keep thyselfe content, So shalt thou please the Lord Omnipotent.
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NO man can say that he is void of sinne, For if he doe, he's much deceiv'd therein, The Lord doth say, the Just seven times a day Committeth sinne, and runneth oft astray. Obey his will, who to redeem thy losse, Did shed his blood for thee upon the Crosse: Such was the love that Christ did shew to man, Why should we be ungratefull to him than? Pitty the poore with such as God hath sent, And be not proud with that which God hath lent, Remember well what Christ hath said to thee, Doe this as though thou didst it unto me[.] Quench fond desires and pleasures of the flesh, Fly Gluttony, the mother of excesse, For whoredome is the very sinke of sinne, In which the wicked daily wallow in. Root from thy heart malicious thoughts be sure, Which are a means Gods judgments to procure: For be assur'd when envy beareth sway, The feare of God departeth soone away. Subdue the selfe, let wisdome be thy guide, Suppresse ill thoughts, beware of hatefull pride, Despise the world, a vale of vanities, Left headlong thou run into miseries.
Turn unto me, our Saviour Christ doth say, And I will heare thy prayers every day, If anything thou aske in Christ his Name, Be well assur'd thou shalt obtain the same. Vaine exercise abolish from thy sight, Desire of God his Faith and holy Spirit, Who will direct thee in the perfect way That leads to life, as holy Scriptures say. When Satan seeks to tempt thee any way, Call upon God, thy onely strength and stay, And be assur'd from out his holy Hill, He will preserve thy life from danger still. Experience of his love that lends thee life, Must make thee seeke to live devoyd of strife, Let his love be thy rule, who so lov'd thee, That death he underwent to set thee free. Yong men and maids, old men and babes repent, Lest for your sinnes you at the last be shent, Be wise, take heed, doe not the time delay, For Christ must be our Judge at the last day. Zeale like to fire our good works let make bright, That others thereof may behold the light, Light up your Lamps and with the Virgins five Have oyle in store to keep your Lamps alive.
FINIS. London, Printed for Francis Coles in the Old-Bayly.