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Chaucer s Dying Ode . Gode Counsaile of Chaucer . I . Jlic fro the prese and dwell with sothfastnesse , . Suffice unto thy gode though it be small , Tor horde hath hate , and climbyng-
tikilnesse , Precehath envy , and wele it brent ore all , Savour no more theu The behovin shall , Rede well thyself , that othir folke canst rede , And trouthe The shall delivir it is no drede . II .
Paine The not eche crokid to redresse , In trust of her that turnith as a balle , Grete rest standith in litil businesse , Strive not as doith a crocke against a walle , Beware also to spur re again a nalle , Demith thy self that demist other ' s dede , And tromhe The shall delivir it is no drede .
III . That Tlie is sent reeeve in buxomenesse ; The wrastlyng of this world askith a falle , Here is no home , here is but wildirnesse , Forthe pilgrim forthe o best out of thy stalle , Loke upon high , and thank thy God of all ; Weivith thy luste and let thy ghoste Thelede , And trouthe The shall delivir it is no
dred e ^ Attempted in Modern English . The Poet ' s last Advice . I . Fly from the crowd , and be to virtue true , Content with what thou hast tho' it be
small , To hoard brings hate ; nor lofty thoughts pursue . He who climbs high endangers many a fall . Envy ' s a shade that ever waits on fame ,
And oft the sun that raises it will hide ; * race not in life a vast expansive scheme , . But be thy wishes to thy state aily'd . » c nfild to others , to thyself severe 5 fc ° truth shall shield thee or from hurt 01 f « ar .
IV 1 IL l l » nk not of bending all things to thy will , Nor vainly hope that fortune shall befriend 5 * In a MS . in the Cotton Library , this « te is inserted ; A Balade made by GiffVy y !* ucyer , t ^ 0 * his Dethe Bedde , lying in kls 8 * ete Anguysse .
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Inconstant she , but be thou constant still , Whate v er betide , unto an honest end . Yet needless dangers never madly "brave , Kick not thy naked foot against a nail ; Or from experience the solution crave ,
If wall and pitcher strive which shall prevail ? Be in thy cause as in thy neighbours clear , So truth , shall shield thee or from hurt or fear .
III . Whatever happens , happy in thy mind Be thou , nor at thy lot in life repine , He scapes all ill , whose bosom is resign'd ^ Nor way nor weather will be always fine . Beside , thy . home ' s not here , a journey this , A pilgrim thou , then hie thee on thy
way ; % . Look up to God , intent on heavenly bliss , Take what the road affords and praises pay 5 Shun brutal lusts , and seek thy soul ' s high sphere ; So truth shall shield thee or from hurt or fear .
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ERIN . ( "Frotn Drennan * s Fugitive Pieces . ) When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling" flood ,
God blessM the green island , he saw it was good 5 The Emerald of Europe , it sparfcled , it shone , In the ring of this world the most precious stone !
In her sun , in her soil , ia her station thrice blest . With her back turn ed to Britain , her fat ?** to the West , Erin stands proudly insular , on her steep shore , And strikes her high harp to the occan ^ s deep roar .
But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep , The daxk chain of silence is cast o * er the deep \ At the thought of the past tears grush from her eyes , And t |) ie pulse of tlie heart makes her white bosom rise : —
" O sons of green Erin , lament o ^ er the time , When religion was—war , and our country —a crime ; When men in God ' s image inverted his plan , And moulded their God in the image of num ..
" Wlien the int e rest of state wrought the general woe , The stranger—a friend , and the native a foej
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1815, page 309, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1760/page/45/
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