A Looking-Glass for a Christian Family; OR, A Warning for all People to Serve God.  
Good people, in this Glass you may behold the joy and Comfort the Godly are in, the wicked being accursed for evermore: Likewise the great cause the Lord sends such sore Judgements among us for our Sins and Wickedness, and worse he will send if we repent not in time.  
The Tune is, Aim not too High.  
 

My Gold is my God.   

ALL you that fear the Lord that rules the sky  
and fear his holy Name that sits on high:  
Do but observe these Lines which I have penned;  
I hope 'twill be a means your Lives to amend.   

You see that Charity is fled and gone,  
And Love and Unity is left alone:  
Where as plain-dealing used to bear the sway,  
Deceit and Cozening it hath got the day.   

Oh is it not a grievous sight to see,  
The Son against the Father for to be:  
The Daughter curse and ban her Mother dear,  
To bring her up she always took great care.   

This is the cause this Land is punished sore,  
And still I doubt it will be more and more:  
The Lord his judgements he doth on us send,  
Because we don't our wicked lives amend.   

Do you not see in Town and City too,  
Now men and women's hearts are full of woe,  
Sore sick dear Friends, O this is all their cry,  
Praying to God to ease their misery.   

The burning Fevor, and pain i'th' head is chief,  
And gripping in the Belly's all their grief:  
No easement can be had for it, nor cure,  
But still poor souls the same they must endure.   

Therefore good people all both night and day,  
Unto the Lord on our knees let us pray:  
That he would be pleased to ease their pain,  
And grant them to their former health again.   

O England, England, whither wilt thou high,  
Thy Sins to God for vengeance they do cry  
Thy Pride and Whoredom thou seekest to maintain  
And the true Word of God dost still refrain.   

Oh ally Soul, where will thy Pride become?  
When as grim Death appears to strike thee home?  
Then thy Rich jewels and thy brave attire.  
Will be but Fuel for Eternal Fire.   

than thou wilt curse the Pride that did thee wrong  
And wish thou'st died when thou hadst been young:  
But all's too late, and vain be sure 'twill be,  
To call for help to ease thy misery.   
 
 

WHen thou dost on thy bed of languish lie,  
Against thee than thy conscience it will cry:  
And witness all the Sins thou hast commit,  
Make thee appear for Heaven much unfit.   

Then from thy Gold and Silver thou must part,  
Though thou dost leave it with a heavy heart:  
But when death comes thou must not put him by,  
Nothing so sure that one day thou must die.   

Children see you your Parents do obey,  
So Heaven will protect you night and day:  
Servants be just to those your Masters be,  
Then God will surely bless you ye shall see.   

It grieves my very heart and soul to see,  
How young Children to cursing given be:  
Those that can scarcely yet speak one word plain,  
Yet they can take the Name of God in vain.   

But all you that are Mothers meek and Mild,  
Do not you spare the Rod to spill the Child:  
Apply the Twigs before they stubborn stand,  
Lest at last you cannot bend them with your hand.   

Uphold not Children Neighbours for to wrong,  
But look unto their ways in hand and tongue:  
Let him be first a Liar, he'll turn Thief,  
Then thou'lt repent, when there is no relief.   

Then silly Soul why wilt not thou amend,  
Knowing that all things once will have an end:  
All worldly pleasures are but vanity,  
None knows but that to morrow we must die.   

The Glutton shall with hunger pine away,  
Drunkards the more they thirst the more they may:  
Swearers, and those that do delight therein,  
Be sure in Heaven shall never favour win.   

The Usurer and those that grind the poor  
Are like to have a judgement very sore:  
He that doth seek the widows' overthrow,  
Will one day repent that e'er he did so.   

But he that relieves the Widow and Fatherless,  
At the years end will never have the less:  
What thou dost give unto the Blind or Lame,  
The Lord he will restore to thee again.   

Suppose that thou had thousands lying by,  
And thou wast sick and full of misery:  
Wouldst thou not give it all some ease to have?  
But mind, O man, ' taned Gold thy life can save.   

And some so proud and lofty they are grown,  
That a poor man in heart they scorn to own:  
Because their Riches that will save away,  
And both their Beds musts be a clod of Clay.   

These things my Friends see that you do observe,  
And from the word of God he sure don't swerve:  
For fear you should repent when 'tis too late,  
When you shall ask God mercy at his gate.   

Thus Christian friends you hear in every thing,  
The difference between a wicked and good thing:  
He that fears the Lord a blessed man is he,  
But for the Wicked Damned shall he be,   
FINIS.   

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, I. Wright, I. Clerk, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.