DRUNKENNESS

IS

BOTH SIN,

INJURY AND

SHAME.

DIE WIJN DRINKEN SONDER SMAECK,

Are you your Senfes', Paffions' flave,
More than the humble brute a-field?
Or in the pow'r of Mind you have,
Muft it before his Inftinct yield!
What would the people fay to fee
Good wine into the Kennel caft?
And yet, the Drunkard, is not he

A human Kennel to the laft?

Why good drink down the Sewers throw?
Worse than the brute art thou, Man-fool!
Wouldst thou a nobler duty know,

Betake thee to the Horse to school.

If't's more than Horfes' work to think;
In one thing yet the Horse stands first,
It's more than Horfes' work to drink
Without the need or fense of thirst.

NE monstre pas ta vaillance à bien boire : car le vin a faict périr plusieurs.

SYRACH. xxxi. 29.

WINE measurably drunk, and in reason, bringeth gladness of heart and cheerfulness of the mind; but wine drunken with excess maketh bitterness of the mind-diminishes strength, and maketh wounds.-Ecclesiasticus xxxi. 28, 30.

THE first glass for thirst, the second for nourishment, the third for pleasure, and
the fourth for madness.-ANACHARSIS.

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: our natures do pursue
(Like rats that raven down their proper bane)
A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.

SHAKESP. Measure for Measure.

DOEN EEN ONBESUYSDE SAECK.

A

DRUNKEN

NIGHT

MAKES

A

CLOUDY

MORNING.

DRUNKENNESS

A TURNS

MAN

OUT

OF HIMSELF,

NIET UYT LUST, MAER OM TE LEVEN.

LAET U DRANCK EN ETEN GEVEN,

W

HEN Phoebus fets in the Hefperian ftreames,

And Westerne fhores blufh with his drowned beames;

Then I as Phoebus fecond muft give Light,

And act my part in darkeneffe of the night:
But now my Light complaines that I decay,
And into greafie teares doe melt away;

So I am forft to yeeld. O turne thy teame
Phœbus, and Phofpher fhew thy morning beame.
When Chrift the Sonne of righteousneffe did goe
Vnto his Heavenly manfions from below,
Then he his holy fervants did command,
Confpicuous to the world, like lights, to ftand;
But when they faile with watching, toile, and age,
And now are ready to goe off the stage,
Then up they yeeld the light of life and cry;
O come thou Sonne of righteousneffe, we die.

IN

HIS ROOM. re

DIE STEELT, DIE

QUEELT.

NA LANGE LOOPEN, MOET MEN'T BEKOOPEN.

Till now without restraint I ran about,

Each place alike, a house secure for me;
I'd holes in plenty to go in and out,
Nor fear'd our race's direft enemy.

Now here, now there, the barn, the granary,

The kitchen, larder, parlour, and the store
Were mine to roam in full fecurity,

And feast my fill ;—what could I wish for more?
Fool that I was, thus to be captive made!
I tremble at the doom that waits me now;
Yet whom have I to blame or to upbraid?
Myself alone; and to my fate I bow,
Convinc'd too late, that he is caught at laft,
Who runs about too much and lives too fast.

IMBERBIS juvenis, tandem custode remoto;

Gaudet equis, canibusque, et aprici gramine campi,
Cereus in vitium flecti, monitoribus asper,

Utilium tardus provisor, prodigus æris,

Sublimis, cupidusque, et amata relinquere pernix.

MINIMUM debet libere, cui nimium licet.-PLUTARCH. de Educat. lib. in fin.
WHO most would act according to his will,
Requires most to be restrain'd from ill.

Fit fpolians fpolium.

The Spoiler is made Spoil.

NE summer eve, beneath the greenwood shade,
I found young Phillis sitting fast asleep.

With noiseless step before th' unconscious maid,
Joying to catch her in that slumber deep,

I stood and gazed; as though to feast my sight

On ev'ry feature of her charming face:

And though her eye-lids veil'd from me their light,

Her rosy mouth, with such bewitching grace,

Seem'd as it were to proffer me the kiss

So oft denied me with a smart rebuke ;

LONG INDULGENCE IS ITS OWN PAYMASTER.

WHO
HE

STEALS, HATH

TROUBLE.

EVERY

SIN

CARRIES ITS OWN PUNISHMENT.

THOU SHALT NOT COVET.

That turning Thief at once, I stole the bliss ;
But in that theft, lost more than what I took.
So, gentle reader, in the Love-chase too,

As with the mouse entrapp'd for love of bacon;
We're often made our very luck to rue,

Just when the thing most wished for has been taken.

I stole from her a kiss, but Phillis, she

At once stole heart and peace of mind from me;

The mouse, poor thing, lost life with liberty;
But without Phillis, what were life to me?
Oh! Love, thy pow'r surpasses all belief-
That Phillis sleeping, thus should steal the Thief!

Who poaching goes on Love's domain,
Oft loses where he thought to gain:
And when least thinking such may be,
To his surprise doth ofttimes see,
Just like the mouse above pourtray'd,
Himself ensnar'd, and captive made.

-Carpitque et carpitur unà,

Suppliciumque sui est.-OVID.

Pœna comes Sceleris.

Punishment is the companion of Crime.

JUST

JUST as the greedy rat has seiz'd the bacon,
Down falls the trap, and lo! the thief is taken,
The prey though seized, of what avail to him?
That blow struck terror into every limb!

'Tis not enough to say: the evil deed
Brings its requital as the doer's meed :

The culprit from the moment of his crime,
Stung by his conscience through each hour of time,
Though none pursue, in each a captor sees,
Starts at each sound that's borne upon the breeze,
And where none other aught of terror deems,
Quails 'fore the hangman of his nightly dreams,

THE wicked flee when no man pursueth.-Prov. xxviii. 1.
Он coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh-
What do I fear -Myself?-SHAKESPEARE.

WHICH Way I move is Hell; myself am hell.—MILTON.

TREASURES OF WICKEDNESS PROFIT NOTHING,

223 OUR SINS TESTIFY AGAINST US. N