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Make the way smooth for me,
When I, thy Herrick,
Honouring thee, on my knee
Offer my lyric.
Candles I'll give to thee,
And a new altar,
And thou, Saint Ben, shall be
Writ in my Psalter.
605. POVERTY AND RICHES.
Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find
Riches to be but burdens to the mind.
606. AGAIN.
Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.
607. THE COVETOUS STILL CAPTIVES.
Let's live with that small pittance that we have;
Who covets more, is evermore a slave.
608. LAWS.
When laws full power have to sway, we see
Little or no part there of tyranny.
