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The protestant father's advice to his ambitious son. To the tune of, State and ambition.
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1685
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Wing P3832; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[63]
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THE Protestant FATHER's ADVICE TO HIS AMBITIOUS SON To the Tune of State and Ambition STate and Ambition alas will deceive you there 's no solid Joy but in Blessings above Of all Comforts here Heaven soon will bereave you your Estates and your Bags it will shortly remove But he that inherits a Portion of Grace he may lye down in Peace and take his sweet rest If after this life his Footsteps you 'll Trace you will find that with Saints and with Angels he 's blest His Portion is lasting his Pleasures are certain his Joys are unmixt and his Blessings are sure When the comforts of Earth are all fading parting his Peace and his Pleasures shall ever endure His Labours shall meet with a Kingdom and Crown his Glory and Joy shall never have end When the Sun Moon and Stars shall all tumble down with glorious Arch-Angels his time he shall spend Oh! then let us mount our Hearts up to Heaven let our Souls be rouz'd up above this dull Earth In Sion our Sins shall all be Forgiven it 's there only there we can have our true Mirth The World alas at best is a Bubble a Shadow a Dream a Thing of no worth At best it breeds Vexation and Trouble and Sorrow and Misery often brings forth Then live such a Life as you wou'd wish dying a Life of Religion of Truth and of Zeal For your Time it has Wings and you 'll find it still flying 't will suddenly post you to Woe or to Weal O! happp's that Man thrice happy is he whose end and whose aim are at Blessings above The Beauty of Sion he shortly shall see and still be surrounded with heavenly Love What heavenly Raptures and Anthems are sounding in Ears of the Saints and the Angels in rest Love kindness and sweetness in Heaven's abounding unspeakable Joy is attending the Blest Lute Timbrel and Harp are warbling out Praise and filling the Heaven with glorious Delight And the Blest Son of Man with his beauteous Rays adorns all his Saints makes them glorious and bright Since Heaven's so glorious and Earth's such a trouble it 's madness and nonsence to dye unprepar'd The Richest have found the whole Globe but a bubble they that great Lands great Fortunes have shard No Joy that is real the World can allow no Comfort no Pleasure no Mirth nor Content Then why to this Wealth do Men foolishly bow and why are our days so sordidly Spent LONDON Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner