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My Muse Instruct a Surer plan nor left at random, pint the man Whose Joyfull life is blest Who Cautious Shuns each viler Clod maintains a friendship with his God And lives at perfect Rest.

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Not he who thoughtless of his Time forgits those things that are Sublime in Sports Consumes Each day his careless heart Will Ne're Obtain A blessing by high Jack and game till God Absconds his sway.

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Nor he whose brutish mind demmands a flowing bowl & flowing Cans to quench his Sordid Thirst Such drunkards ne're Can soar above nor live with men in peace and love Whose Earthly Souls are Curst.

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Not he who Chuses for his friends A Vitious Croud, those hellish fiends Shall all his bliss Destroy peace Can't await a guilty mind While Death and hell persues behind & robs him of his Joy. 21

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Nor is he blest Whose guilty Tongue Envious Seeks his Neigbours Wrong & Slanders all around While here below he lives in strife and when to death he yields his life mongst Sinners he'll be found.

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No guilty Soul of Vitious mould Whose hands are Strong & hearts are bold to perpetrate their Sin by all their Strength or all their art Can 'ere obtain that blissfull part A mind Serene within.

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Tis he Whose Soul is born again Curbs in his lust nor yields to Sin that Spends his happy days in peace & love he lives With men and by his hands or by his pen he gains a future praise.

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Tis he who Joyns that Wiser Throng and finds a friend than he more Strong to lend a genrose hand this is the man that here is blest Whose gentle Soul shal live at rest til God his life demand.