If Thou Desire To Be Held Wise,

The Worldly Wisdom Of The Foolish Man Is Like A Sieve, That Does Alone Retain The Grosser Substance Of The Worthless Bran: But Thou, My Soul, Let Thy Brave Thoughts Disdain So Coarse A Purchase: O Be Thou A Fan To Purge The Chaff, And Keep The Winnow'd Grain: Make Clean Thy Thoughts, And Dress Thy Mixt Desires: Thou Art Heav'n's Tasker, And Thy God Requires The Purest Of Thy Flow'r, As Well As Of Thy Fires.

The World's A Printing-house, Our Words, Our Thoughts, Our Deeds, Are Characters Of Several Sizes. Each Soul Is A Compos'tor, Of Whose Faults The Levites Are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death Is The Common Press, From Whence Being Driven, We're Gather'd, Sheet By Sheet, And Bound For Heaven.

Though Virtue Give A Ragged Livery, She Gives A Golden Cognizance; If Her Service Make Thee Poor, Blush Not. Thy Poverty May Disadvantage Thee, But Not Dishonor Thee.

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith To God, If Thou Wantest Charity For Thy Neighbor; And Think Not Thou Halt Charity For Thy Neighbor, If Thou Wantest Faith To God; Where They Are Not Both Together, They Are Both Wanting; They Are Both Dead, If Once Divided.

Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose Conquering Raymay Chase These Fogs;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!light Will Repaythe Wrongs Of Night;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!