SONG XV.

Against Lying.

O'TIs a lovely Thing for Youth
To walk betimes in Wifdom's Way;
To Fear a Lie, to fpeak the Truth,
That we may truft, to all they say.

But liars we can never truft,

Tho' they fhould fpeak the thing
that's true;

And he that does one Fault at first,
And lies to hide it makes it two.

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,

How GoD abhors deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead,

Catch'd with a lie upon his Tongue?

fo boid

So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in, and
grew
As to confirm that wicked Lie
That juft before her Husband told.

The LORD delights in them that fpeak
The Words of Truth; but every Liar
Muft have his Portion in the Lake

That burns with Brimftone and with
Fire.

Then Let me always watch my Lips,
Left I be ftruck to Death and Hell,
Since GOD a Book of Reck'ning keeps
For every Lie that Children tell.

SONG XVI.

Against Quarrelling and Fighting.

LET Dogs delight to bark and bite,
Fc: God hath made them fo;

Let Bears and Lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their Nature too.

But, Children you fhould never let
Such angry Paffions rife;
Your little Hands were never made
To tear each other's Eyes.

Let Love thro' all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
Live like the bleffed Virgin's Son,
That fweet and lovely Child.

His Soul was gentle as a Lamb;
And as his Stature grew,
He grew in favour both with Man,
And God his Father too.

Now LORD of all he reigns above,
And from his heav'nly Throne,
He fees what Children dwell in Love,
And marks them for his own.

-SONG XVII.

Love between Brothers and Sifters.

WHATEVER Brawls disturb the Street,
There fhould be Peace at Home ;
Where Sifters dwell and Brothers meet,
Quarrels fhould never come.

Birds in their little Nefts agree;
And 'tis a fhameful Sight,
When children of one Family
Fall out and chide, and fight.

Hard Names at firft, and threat'ning
Words,

That are but noify Breath,

May grow to Clubs and naked Swords,
To Murder and to Death.

The Devil tempts one Mother's Son,
o rage against another,

So wicked Cain was hurried on
Till he had kill'd his Brother.

The Wife will make their Anger cool,
At least before 'tis Night;
But in the Bofom of a Fool
It burns till Morning Light.
Pardon, O LORD, our childish Rage,
Our little Brawls remove;
That as we grow to riper Age,
Our Hearts may all be Love.

SONG XVIII.

Against Scoffing and calling Names. OUR Tongues were made to bless the LORD,

And not speak ill of Men; When others give a railing Word We must not rail again.