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2 Most blessed Vine!
Whose juice so good
I feel as wine,
How wert thou pressed
Didst thou languish!
How in one path
Crowd and gather,
3 How did the weight
Of all our sins,
And death unite
How pale and bloody
With every stroke!
How didst thou cry,
And let them live!
4 O blessed Lamb!
That took'st my sin,
That took'st my shame, How shall thy dust thy praises sing?
I would I were
Then would I bring
Which should most vie,
In smiles and tears
RULES AND LESSONS.
1 When first thy eyes unvail, give thy soul leave
To do the like; our bodies but forerun
Give him thy first thoughts then; so shalt thou keep
Him company all day, and in him sleep. 2 Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer should
Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt Heaven and us. The manna was not good After sun-rising; far-day sullies flowers.
Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut,
And heaven's gate opens when this world's is shut. 3 Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush
And whispers amongst them. There's not a spring
Oh, leave thy cares and follies! go this way,
4 Serve God before the world; let him not go Until thou hast a blessing; then resign
The whole unto him, and remember who
Pour oil upon the stones; weep for thy sin;
5 Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth,
Man's resurrection and the future's bud
Three blessings wait upon them, two of which
Should move. They make us holy, happy, rich. 6 When the world's up, and every swarm abroad,
Keep thou thy temper; mix not with each clay;
Yet keep those cares without thee, let the heart
7 Through all thy actions, counsels, and discourse,
Let mildness and religion guide thee out;
Wrong not thy conscience for a rotten stick;
8 To God, thy country, and thy friend be true;
If priest and people change, keep thou thy ground.
The perjurer 's a devil let loose: what can
his hands that dares mock God and man?
9 Seek not the same steps with the crowd; stick thou To thy sure trot; a constant, humble mind
Is both his own joy, and his Maker's too;
A sweet self-privacy in a right soul
10 To all that seek thee bear an open heart;
Make not thy breast a labyrinth or trap;
It is the good man's feast, the prince of flowers,
11 Seal not thy eyes up from the
Thou shalt not lose one mite. Though waters stray,
12 Spend not an hour so as to weep another, ,
For tears are not thine own; if thou giv'st words,
Unbitted tongues are in their penance double; ;
13 Injure not modest blood, while spirits rise
In judgment against lewdness; that's base wit
Who makes his jest of sins, must be at least,
14 Yet fly no friend, if he be such indeed;
But meet to quench his longings, and thy thirst;
Who so returns not, cannot pray aright,
15 To heighten thy devotions, and keep low
All mutinous thoughts, what business e'er thou hast,
16 When seasons change, then lay before thine eyes
His wondrous method; mark the various scenes
17 To meals when thou dost come, give him the praise
Whose arm supplied thee; take what may suffice,
A thankless feeder is a thief, his feast
18 High-noon thus past, thy time decays; provide
Thee other thoughts; away with friends and mirth;