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 Whose broad and slippery road we should beware, For in her groves lurk many a hidden snare. Who would aspire to Virtue's goal should keep His eye upon't, though rugged, long, and steep The narrow way that leads to her domain; But when once overcome, the rest is plain. Yet, even gained, there is but little chance To whirl along in pleasure's giddy dance. One fatal step might plunge you o'er the rock Of dark despair, and make your toils a mock. But he that holds out faithful shall secure A happy life and fame that will endure. Nor in less happ'ness shall that man rejoice Who wisely hears Persuasion's warning voice; But who to reason's warning gives no thought, Or turns deaf ear, will surely come to nought. With active labor, too, keep daily pace, Lest grim starvation stare you in the face; And should it be your lot to turn the soil, A golden harvest will reward your toil. Starvation's sure to follow idle men, Those proper tenants of some forest den, Who hang, like lazy drones, about the hive Of working men, and on their labors thrive. Would you 'gainst want provide a sure defence, Use due economy in your expense; For bear in mind, it is by frugal care Of what we make that gives us some to spare. From thy best neighbor neither beg nor borrow, A bad paymaster is that same to-morrow; And let this rule be in your mind instilled: