THE CHURCH PORCH. Perirhanterium. THOU, whofe fweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure; Beware of luft, it doth pollute and foul Whom God in baptifm wash'd with his own blood; It blots the leffon written in thy foul: The holy lines cannot be understood. How dare thofe eyes upon a Bible look, Wholly abftain, or wed. Thy bounteous Lord If God had laid all common, certainly Man breaks the fence, and every ground will plow. Drink not the third glass, which thou can'st not tame, May't rule it, as thou lift; and pour the shame, He that is drunken, may his mother kill, The drunkard forfeits man, and doth devest Shall I, to please another's wine-sprung mind, A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure ? Stay at the third glass: If thou lose thy hold, If reafon move not gallants, quit the room; Stay at the third cup, or forego the place. Yet, if thou fin in wine or wantonness, |