Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty, This will scent like a rose when I'm dead. WHY should I deprive my neighbour 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving, By such tricks to hope for gain; All that's ever got by thieving, Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. Have not Eve and Adam taught us To what dismal state they brought us We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern; Yet, wise as we are, if we went to their school, There's many a sluggard, and many a fool, Some lessons of wisdom might learn. They wear not their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sun-shiny day, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food within doors. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, If I take not due care of the things I shall want, Nor provide against dangers in time: When death or old age shall stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be at the end of my days, If I trifle away all my prime! Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiv'n: Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey, That when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, I may dwell in a palace in heav'n. F THOUGH I'm now in younger days, Where my growing age shall call me. Should I e'er be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness; Deaf or dumb, F'll kindly treat them; I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. If I meet with railing tongues, |