Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Golden PreceptsXXX. Arthur Bourcher
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That dare presume to teach,
As one that runs beyonde his race,
And rowes beyond his reach.
Sometime the blinde doo goe
Where perfect sights do fall;
The simple may sometimes instruct
The wisest heads of all.
That vnto vertue tend,
Methinkes you should of right vouchsafe
Your listning eares to lend.
A whetstone cannot cut,
Yet sharpes it wel, we see;
And I, though blunt, may whet your wit,
If you attentiue be.
I wish you warely heede,
That God be serued, your prince obayed,
And freendes releeu’d at neede:
Then looke to honest thrift,
Both what and how to haue:
At night examine so the day,
That bed be thought a graue.
Be iust in woord and deede;
For “got with shifts” are spent with shame—
Beleeue this as thy creede.
Boast not of nature’s gifts,
Nor yet of parent’s name;
For vertue is the onely meane
To win a woorthie fame.
Consider well the end;
But promise past be sure thou keepe
Both with thy foe and freende.
Threat nor reuenge too much—
It shewes a crauen’s kinde;
But to preuaile, and then forgiue,
Declares a noble minde.
Wish to requite at least;
For God and man, yea, all the world,
Condemnes the vngratefull beast.
Beare not a friendly face
With harte of Judas kisse:
It shewes a base and vile conceit,
And not where valure is.
The motions of the flesh
And choler’s heate restraine;
For heapes of harmes doo daily hap,
Where lust or rage dooth raigne.
In diet, deed, and wordes,
A modest meane is best:
Enough sufficeth for a feast,
But riot findes no rest.