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covetous Man is never fatisfied.
Abundance, like Want, ruins many.
A Lad's Manners often shape his Fortune.
B. By Diligence and Care, you will foon learn to write fair, By learning to obey, you'll know how to command,
Be wife and beware; and of blotting take Care. C. Command you may, your Mind from Play. Contentment is the beft Fortune.
Confider the Shortness of Life, and Length of Eternity. D. Duty, Fear, and Love, we owe to GOD above. Demonstration is the best Way of Inftruction.
Do no Manner of Harm to any Perfon.
E. Every Plant and Flower, fets forth GO D's Power.
Judge not of Things by their outward Appearance.
Keep out evil Thoughts by entertaining good ones.
Learning will ftand your Friend when Riches fail.
M. Many think not of living till they are near dying.
P. Pride is Destruction's Fore-runner.
Poverty and Shame wait upon the Slothful.
Quench the burning Fire of every bad Defire.
U. & V. Ufe foft Words in ftrong Arguments.
Y. Youth is full of Disorder, and Age of Infirmity.
Verfes on Various Occafions, proper for Writing-Pieces.
I. CHRISTMAS DAY.
HAT Words what Voices can we bring,
To welcome the myfterious King,
And fing a Saviour's Praife!
O'tis too little all we can,
For this unbounded Love;
All that was ever wrote by Man,
Or fung in Hymns above.
But, though we can't fit Language find,
We praife, believe, adore!
With joyful Hearts and Souls refign'd, And wish we could do more.
2. On our SAVIOUR's Crucifixion, or Good Friday,
O Songs of Trump now be fung,
No Ceafe all your sprightly Airs;
Let Sorrow filence every Tongue, And Joy diffolve to Tears.
If at this Sight we don't repent, What other Sight can move? Ingrateful! fhall we not relent, And pay him Love with Love.
EAR SAVIOUR, oh! what ails this Heart,
Nor yet relent the Death of thee,
Thy Back with Whips and Scourges torn;
Can't thou pour forth fuch Streams for me,
3. On EASTER-DAY.
F Angels fung a Saviour's Birth,
Then let us imitate their Mirth,
Grieve not vain Man, who mortal, art, That thou to Earth muft fall,
It was his Portion; 'twas the Part Of him, who faved us all.
Himfelf he humbled to the Grave
Made Flesh; like us, to show
That we as certainly fhall have A Refurrection too.
4. On WHIT-SUNDAY, or fending the Holy Ghost, commonly called Pentecoft.
E's come, let every Knee be bent,
Let Nations fing with one Confent,
As Pilots by the Compafs fteer Till they their Harbour find:
So does thy facred Breathing here, Guide every wand'ring Mind.
O bleffed Spirit; not a Soul, But does thy Influence feel!
Thou doft our darling Sins controul, And fix our wavering Zeal.
OME Holy Spirit, come and breathe
Of our dull Region here beneath;
And fill our Souls with thy fweet Grace.
Which overrun and choak our Lives:
And in our Hearts plant thine own Seeds,
Contains VERSES upon feveral Occafions, and proper for WRITING-PIECES.
EARN to contemn all Praise betimes,
With early Vertue plant thy Breaft,
The fpecious Arts of Vice deteft.
Youth, like the softened Wax, with Eafe will take
Virtue's the chiefeft Beauty of the Mind,
Religion prompts us to a future State,
The last Appeal from Fortune, and from Fate ;
From Art and Study true Contentment flow,
He most improves who ftudies with Delight,
Flee Sloth, the Canker of good Senfe and Parts,