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Who is the honest man ? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbour and himself most true :
Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin or wrench from giving all their due.
Whose honesty is not
Who rides his sure and
Who, when great trials come,
All being brought into a sum,
Whom none can work or woo To use in any thing, a trick or sleight; For, above all things, he abhors deceit :
His words and works and fashion too All of a piece, and all are clear and straight.
Wbo never melts or thaws
The sun to others writeth laws,
Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that and keeps his constant way:
Whom others' faults do not defeat; But thougb men fail him yet
Whom nothing can procure,
This is the marksman safe and sure,
THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
+ Cease here longer to detain me,
See yon orient streak appearing!
Lately launched, a trembling stranger,
my cries shall cease to grieve thee, Now
my trembling heart find rest; Kinder arms than thine receive me, Softer pillow than thy breast.
Weep not o'er these eyes that languish,
There, my mother, pleasures centre-
As through this calm, this holy dawning
Blessings endless, richest blessings,
Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me,
On Linden, when the sun was low,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight,
The darkness of the scenery.
By torch and trampet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steel to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.