Sweare no vaine oathes; heare much, but little say; Speake ill of no man, tend thine owne affaires, Bridle thy wrath, thine angrie mood delay; (So shall thy minde be seldome cloyd with cares:) Be milde and gentle in thy speech to all, Refuse no honest gaine when it doth fall. Be not beguild with words, proue not vngratefull, Releeue thy Neighbour in his greatest need, Commit no action that to all is hatefull, Their want with welth, the poore with plentie feed: Twit no man in the teeth with what th'hast done; Remember flesh is fraile, and hatred shunne. Leaue wicked things, which Men to mischiefe moue, (Least crosse mis-hap may thee in danger bring,) Craue no preferment of thy heauenly _Ioue_, Nor anie honor of thy earthly King: Boast not thy selfe before th'Almighties sight, (Who knowes thy hart, and anie wicked wight). Be not offensiue to the peoples eye, See that thy praiers harts true zeale affords, Scorne not a man that's falne in miserie, Esteeme no tatling tales, nor babling words; That reason is exiled alwaies thinke, When as a drunkard rayles amidst his drinke. Vse not thy louely lips to loathsome lyes, By craftie meanes increase no worldly wealth; Striue not with mightie Men (whose fortune flies) With temp'rate diet nourish wholesome health: Place well thy words, leaue not thy frend for gold; First trie, then trust; in ventring be not bold. In _Pan_ repose thy trust; extoll his praise (That neuer shall decay, but euer liues): Honor thy Parents (to prolong thy dayes), Let not thy left hand know what right hand giues: From needie men turn not thy face away, (Though Charitie be now yclad in clay). Heare Shepheards oft (thereby great wisdome growes), With good aduice a sober answere make: Be not remoou'd with euery winde that blowes, (That course doo onely sinfull sinners take). Thy talke will shew thy fame or els thy shame; (As pratling tongue doth often purchase blame). Obtaine a faithfull frend that will not faile thee, Thinke on thy Mothers paine in her child-bearing, Make no debate, least quickly thou bewaile thee, Visit the sicke with comfortable chearing: Pittie the prisner, helpe the fatherlesse, Reuenge the Widdowes wrongs in her distresse. Thinke on thy graue, remember still thy end, Let not thy winding-sheete be staind with guilt, Trust not a fained reconciled frend, More than an open foe (that blood hath spilt) (Who tutcheth pitch, with pitch shalbe defiled), Be not with wanton companie beguiled.