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XCI. The Parables of the loft Sheep, and piece

of Silver.

A Hundred Sheep of pond'rous- Fleece and

Train, A Shepherd fed on Dothan's fertile Plain, Each Morn his Flock, and late at Ev'n survey'd, And mark'd with Care if ought diseas'd or stray'd: Yer one, by hopes of better Pasture led To distant barren Desarts wand'ring fled : Soon miss'd, the Shepherd ranges Hills and Dales, O're craggy hanging Rocks and hollow Vales, Till he at length th' unhappy Straggler find,

Too faint to go, 'tis on his Shoulders laid,
And to the Fold again with Joy convey'd ;
His Friends, and Neighbours are invited round,
All must rejoyce, the wand'ring Sheep is found;

Such Joy in Heav'n receives each friendly Mind, Nor unconcern'd at Cares of human Kind ) When one poor Sinner here, whose Loss they

mournd, To Virtue's shining Paths, and to himself return'd.

XCI. St. Luke Chap. XV. Ver. 4, 56.

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4. Wnat man of you having an hundred Meep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it ?

5. And when be bath found it, he layeth it on his poulders, rejoycing.

6. And when he cometh home, be calleth together his friends and neighbours, Saying unto them, Rem joyce with me, for I have found my peep which was loft.

The prodigal Sox leaves his Father's

A Good old Sire there was, whom Age and
Had bless'd with Wealth, and crown'd with silver

Two Sons he had, this careful of the Main,
The younger, wild, extravagant and vain;
Yet he the Darling; which too well he knew,
And only did his Sports and Mirth pursue.
But tir'd at last with Home, he longs for change,
His Pleasures now must have a larger range:
His Portion giv'n, he'll not a moment stay,
But to far distant Regions speeds.away.
See him encompass'd round with Harlots stand,
How fast he makes his Fathers Bags disband!
As fast dismiss'd his Conscience and his Shame,
Learns to Treat high, to Revel, and to Game:

See him to Balls, and Masks, and Musick run,
TO THEATRES ar laft, and then he's soon


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CXII. St. Luke Chap. XV. Ver. 11, 12, 13.

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u. A certain man had two sons :

12. And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.

13. And not many days after, the younger son gethered all together, and took a journey into a far eountrey, and there wasted his substance with riotous living.


The prodigal Son reduc'd to Mifery. WHen all was spent, a dreadful Famine rose,

And to a wealthy Citizen he goes ; Who weary'd soon, desires his Friend's excuse, One Place he had, which he must not refuse Till better fell, 'twou'd serve in Time of need, And many sought it-- 'twas his Swine to feed. What cannot fatal want of Bread persuade ! Tho' Blushes his ingenuous Shame betray'd, He takes the servile Task, and waits the Swine, While they on envy'd Husks and Acorns dine. Till these suffic'd, he ar a diítance stood, Half-familh'd with'd to share their fordid Food.

When loe! of heav'nly Light a chearful Ray, To his dark Breast restor'd forgotten Day: To mind his injur'd Father's Image brought, And once, dear Home, a sadly pleasing Thought; He'll thither strait, if him his Limbs will bear, And perish if he must, resolve to perish there.

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