Cocker's morals, or, The muses spring-garden adorned with many sententious disticks & poems in alphabetical order : fitted for the use of all publick and private grammar and writing schools, for the scholars of the first to turn into Latin, and for those of the other to transcribe into all their various and curious hands / by Edward Cocker.

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VIrtues Celestial, Soul-refreshing Light, Vice may Ecclips, but not extinguish quite.

Valour, for Honour; Grace, for Glory calls: Brave Heroes Fames survive their Funeralls.

Vain Mortals, it becomes you not to move, Your Tongues, concerning what's decree'd above.

Violence, when full Growth she does acquire, Leaps forth, like Thunder, wrapt in Balls of fire.

Virtue, though clad in Raggs, may challenge more, Than Vice adorn'd with Silks, in mid'st of store.

Unto your Sence this Sentence still apply, That there's no Poyson like bad company.

Use Prudence, Temperance, and Moderation: Shun Commendation, and hate Ostentation.

Virtues heroick Sons will act their Parts; Not fearing thousands of curst Envies Darts.

Vices, which with their tempting Smiles invite, Conceal their Teeth, wherewith they after bite.

Virtues Tryumphant Chariot (which now groans Under Oppressures) shall break Envies Bones.

Vainly we Dream, as vainly Act our Dreams; And vainly think we parallel Supreams.

Voluptuous, course, Sensual Delights, Obstruct the winged Souls Celestial Flights.

Vane in our heads, and in our hearts too, vain; We like not Things, however good, if Plain.

Virtue and Truth are amicitial Mates; Virtue all postures of Impostors hates.

Valiant he does approve himself, and wise, Who with a brave disdain, slights Injuries.

Virtue hates Fucos, Patches and perfumes, Dust, mixt with Sweat; that painting she assumes.

Vain Glories Emblem is a blazing Taper; Whose short-liv'd Snuff ends in a noysom vapour.

Virtue that's her own Noble Satisfaction, Is allways busied in the Shop of Action.

Vices, which seem to lie within conceal'd, Are, by our words and Actions, soon reveal'd.

Virtues vast worth transcends all Earths best Treasures, She's Honours honour, and the Soul of pleasures.

Vanish beneath my thoughts; vain worldly Toys: Mount, mount my Soul, to Heavens Eternal joys.

Vexation makes a Man by transformation, The strangest Creature in the whole creation.

Untamed youths, for want of good Tuition, Plunge into Shoreless, Soundless, Seas of Vice. But to Ingenious Lads, Learnings Fruition, Is a Soul-chearing, fruitful Paradice. The one produces nought but weeds and Tares; All delectable Fruits, the other bears.