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( 5 ) If to my wealth, alas! what comfort's there?

If to my pride, that cannot eae my care!

If, latly, to my tavern friends I fly,

They can't help me, they've inn'd as well as I.

No hope I have but in my God alone,

Then on my bended knees before the throne

Of grace and mercy will l weep and cry;

Hoping he will vouchafe to cat an eye

Of pity on a inner in ditres

His laws henceforth: I never will trangres,

But make them ay continual rule and guide,

That through his grace I may be glorify'd.

I tand amaz'd to ee you weeping here,

Your zealous father has been too evere

But mind him not, chear up thy heart with wings,

Whene'er he dies all that he has is thine.

I neither tand in need of wine or wealth,

It is my precious oul's eternal health

Which I am eeking; tempter don't intrude,

Diturb me not in this my olitude.

Diturb thee, no! I come, I come in love,

And would not have thee to aim at things above

Thy undertanding; cat that book aide,

And with thy jovial friends be atisfy'd,

There joy and mirth fit for thy blooming years,

Here's nought but obs with bitter ighs & tears