From damned deeds abstain, From lawless riots and from pleasure's vain; If not regarding of thy own degree, Yet in behalf of thy posterity. For we are docible to imitate. Depraved pleasures though degenerate. Be careful therefore least thy son admit By ear or eye things filthy or unfit. LODGE. * * * * * SIN. Shame follows sin, disgrace is daily given, Impiety will out, never so closely done, No walls can hide us from the eye of heaven, For shame must end what wickedness begun, Forth breaks reproach when we least think thereon. DANIELL. * * * * * WISDOM. A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that's never read, T' himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool, Than of thread-bare saint in Wisdom's school DEKKAR. * * * * * CHARITY. She was a woman in the freshest age, Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, With goodly grace, and comely personage. That was on earth not easy to compare, Full of great love; but Cupid's wanton snare As hell she hated, chaste in work and will, Her neck and breast were ever open bare, That aye thereof her babes might suck their fill, The rest was all in yellow robes arrayed still, A multitude of babes about her hung, Playing their sports that joyed her to behold, Whom still she fed, while they were weak and young, But thrust them forth still as they waxed old, And on her head she wore a tire of gold; Adorn'd with gems and ouches fair, Whose passing price unneath was to be told, And by her side there sat a gentle pair Of turtle-doves, she sitting in an ivory chair. SPENSER. * * * * * It is a work of Charity God knows, The reconcilement of two mortal foes. MIDDLETON. * * * * * COURAGE. When the air is calm and still, as dead and deaf And under heaven quakes not an aspen leaf: When seas are calm and thousand vessels fleet Upon the sleeping seas with passage sweet; And when the variant wind is still and lone The cunning pilot never can be known: But when the cruel storm doth threat the bark To drown in deeps of pits infernal dark, While tossing tears both rudder, mast, and sail, While mounting, seems the azure skies to scale, While drives perforce upon some deadly shore, There is the pilot known, and not before. T. HUDSON. * * * * * ENVY. The knotty oak and wainscot old, Within doth eat the silly worm: Even so a mind in envy cold, Always within itself doth burn. FITZ JEFFRY. * * * * * OPINION.