If reafon move not Gallants, quit the room;
(All in a fhipwreck shift their several way)
Let not a common ruin thee intomb:
Be not a beast in courtesy, but stay,

Stay at the third cup, or forego the place.
Wine above all things doth God's stamp deface.

Yet, if thou fin in wine or wantonnefs,

Boast not thereof; nor make thy fhame thy glory. Frailty gets pardon by fubmiffiveness;

But he that boafts, fhuts that out of his story:

He makes flat war with God, and doth defy
With his poor clod of earth the spacious sky.

Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain :
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
Luft and wine plead a pleasure, avarice gain:
But the cheap fwearer through his open fluice
Lets his foul run for nought, as little fearing:
Were I an Epicure, I could bate fwearing.

When thou doft tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need:
Pick out of tales the mirth, but not the fin.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.

Play not away the virtue of that name,

Which is thy best stake, when griefs make thee tame.

The cheapest fins moft dearly punish'd are;
Because to fhun them also is so cheap:
For we have wit to mark them, and to spare.
O crumble not away thy foul's fair heap.

If thou wilt die, the gates of hell are broad:
Pride and full fins have made the
way a road.

Lie not; but let thy heart be true to God,
Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both:
Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod;
The stormy working foul spits lies and froth.
Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie :
A fault, which needs it moft, grows two thereby.

Fly idleness, which yet thou canst not fly
By dreffing, miftreffing, and complement.
If those take up thy day, the fun will cry
Against thee; for his light was only lent.

God gave thy foul brave wings; put not those feathers
Into a bed, to fleep out all ill weathers,

Art thou a Magiftrate? then be fevere:
If ftudious; copy fair what time hath blurr'd;
Redeem truth from his jaws: if Soldier,
Chase brave employments with a naked fword
Throughout the world. Fool not; for all may have,
If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.

O England! full of fin, but most of sloth;
Spit out thy phlegm, and fill thy breast with glory:
Thy Gentry bleats, as if thy native cloth
Transfused a sheepishness into thy story:

Not that they all are fo; but that the most
Are gone to grass, and in the pasture lost.

This lofs fprings chiefly from our education.
Some till their ground, but let weeds choke their fon :
Some mark a partridge, never their child's fashion:
Some ship them over, and the thing is done.
Study this art, make it thy great defign;
And if God's image move thee not, let thine.

Some great eftates provide, but do not breed

A mastering mind; fo both are loft thereby :
Or else they breed them tender, make them need
All that they leave: this is flat poverty.

For he, that needs five thousand pound to live
Is full as poor as he, that needs but five.

The way to make thy fon rich, is to fill

His mind with reft, before his trunk with riches: For wealth without contentment, climbs a hill, To feel those tempefts, which fly over ditches.

But if thy son can make ten pound his measure, Then all thou addeft may be call'd his treasure.

When thou doft purpose ought, (within thy power)
Be fure to do it, though it be but small:
Conftancy knits the bones, and makes us ftour
When wanton pleasures beckon us to thrall.
Who breaks his own bond, forfeiteth himself:
What nature made a ship, he makes a shelf.

Do all things like a man, not sneakingly :
Think the king fees thee ftill; for his King does.
Simpering is but a lay-hypocrify:

Give it a corner, and the clue undoes.

Who fears to do ill, fets himself to task:

Who fears to do well, fure fhould wear a mask.

Look to thy mouth: diseases enter there.
Thou haft two sconces, if thy stomach call;
Carve, or difcourfe; do not a famine fear.
Who carves, is kind to two; who talks, to all.
Look on meat, think it dirt, then eat a bit;
And say withal, Earth to earth I commit.

Slight those who say amidst their fickly healths,

Thou liveft by rule. What doth not so but man?
Houses are built by rule, and commonwealths,
Entice the trusty fun, if that you can,

From his ecliptic line; beckon the sky.
Who lives by rule then, keeps good company.

Who keeps no guard upon himself, is slack,
And rots to nothing at the next great thaw.
Man is a shop of rules, a well-truff'd pack,
Whose every parcel underwrites a law.

Lofe not thyself, nor give thy humours way:
God gave them to thee under lock and key.

By all means use sometimes to be alone.
Salute thyfelf: fee what thy foul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy cheft; for 'tis thine own:
And tumble up and down what thou find'st there.
Who cannot reft till he good fellows find,

He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.

Be thrifty, but not covetous: therefore give
Thy need, thine honour, and thy friend his due.
Never was scraper brave man. Get to live;
Then live, and use it: elfe, it is not true
That thou haft gotten. Surely use alone
Makes money not a contemptible stone.

Never exceed thy income. Youth may make
Even with the year: but age, if it will hit,
Shoots a bow fhort, and leffens still his stake,
As the day leffens, and his life with it.

Thy children, kindred, friends upon thee call;
Before thy journey fairly part with all.

Yet in thy thriving ftill misdoubt some evil;
Left gaining gain on thee, and make thee dim
To all things elfe. Wealth is the conjurer's devil;
Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him.
Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick
Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.

What skills it, if a bag of stones or gold

About thy neck do drown thee? raise thy head;
Takę ftars for money; ftars not to be told
By any art, yet to be purchased.

None is so wasteful as the scraping dame :
She lofeth three for one; her foul, reft, fame.

By no means run in debt: take thine own measure.
Who cannot live on twenty pound a year,
Cannot on forty: he's a man of pleasure,
A kind of thing that's for itself too dear.

The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide,
And spares himself, but would his tailor chide.

Spend not on hopes. They that by pleading clothes
Do fortunes feek, when worth and service fail,
Would have their tale believed for their oaths,
And are like empty veffels under fail.

Old courtiers know this; therefore set out fo,
As all the day thou mayst hold out to go.

In clothes, cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell.
Wisdom's a trimmer thing, than fhop e'er gave.
Say not then, This with that lace will do well;
But, This with my discretion will be brave.
Much curiousness is a perpetual wooing,
Nothing with labour, folly long a doing.