Though I am now in younger days,

Nor can tell what shall befall me,

I'll prepare for every place

Where my growing age shall call me.

Should I e'er be rich or great,

Others shall partake my goodness;

I'll supply the poor with meat,

Never showing scorn or rudeness.

When I see the blind or lame,

Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them;

I deserve to feel the same,

If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them.

If I meet with railing tongues,

Why should I return their railing?

Since I best revenge my wrongs

By my patience never failing.

When I hear them telling lies,

Talking foolish, cursing, swearing,

First I'll try to make them wise,

Or I'll soon go out of hearing.

What though I be low and mean,

I'll engage the rich to love me,

While I'm modest, neat and clean,

And submit when they reprove me.