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( 6 ) Chear up, ny darling, and thy joys renew,

Let others weep that ha more caue than you.

Had ever inner greater caue than I,

Alas! there does a weighty burden lie

Upon my wounded tender concience here:

Undone I am if God hould be evere.

What a trange feud and paion thou art in,

There's many thouands wore than thou hat been

For wickednes, I'll make it well appear,

Who ne'er o much as hed a ingle tear.

You never dipt your hands in infant's blood!

You ne'er laid cities in a wrecking flood!

Thee are the ins that do for vengeance call,

But as for thine they're few or none at all.

Perhaps ome times at cards or dice you play,

And now and then upon the Sabbath day

You take a glas or bottle with your friends!

What if you do, thee are but lender ins!

How can you thee deceitful words expres?

What is the dreadful in of drunkennes,

And the profaning of the abbath-day

Of uch a mall account with you, I pray?

I charge you in the bleed name

Of our great God to go from whence ye came.