The protestant father's advice to his ambitious son. To the tune of, State and ambition. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04870 of text R227634 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing P3832). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B04870 Wing P3832 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[63] 99887442 ocm99887442 182149 2248538645

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B04870) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182149) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[63]) The protestant father's advice to his ambitious son. To the tune of, State and ambition. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner., London: : [1685?] Date of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Verse: "State and ambition, alas, will deceive you ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The protestant father's advice to his ambitious son. To the tune of, State and ambition. anon 1685 1 522 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
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 .