3 Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, how God abhors deceit and wrong, How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die, when she came in, and grew so bold, As to confirm the wicked lie that just before her husband told. 5 The Lord delights in them that speak the words of truth; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake that burns with brimstone and with fire. 6 Then let me always watch my lips, lest I be struck to death and hell, Since God a book of reck’ning keeps for every lie that children tell. XV.--_Against Quarrelling and Fighting._ 1 Let dogs delight to bark and bite for God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, for ’tis their nature too; 2 But children, you should never let such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made to tear each other’s eyes. 3 Let love through all your actions run, and all your words be mild; Live like the blessed Virgin’s Son, that sweet and lovely Child. 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb; and, as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man and God his Father too. 5 Now Lord of all he reigns above; and from his heavenly throne He sees what children dwell in love, and marks them for his own. XVI.--_Love between Brothers and Sisters_. 1 Whatever brawls disturb the street, there should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet quarrels should never come. 2 Birds in their little nests agree, and ’tis a shameful sight When children of one family fall out, and chide, and fight. 3 Hard names at first, & threat’ning words, that are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, to murder and to death. 4 The devil tempts one mother’s son to rage against another; So wicked Cain was hurried on till he had kill’d his brother. 5 The wise will make their anger cool, at least before ’tis night; But in the bosom of a fool it burns till morning light. 6 Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, our little brawls remove, That, as we grow to riper age, our hearts may all be love. XVII.--_Against Idleness and Mischief._ 1 How doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day from every opening flower. 2 How skilfully she builds her cell! how neat she spreads her wax! And labours hard to store it well with the sweet food she makes.