Classic Poem

Take heed thou no regard for sin,
Nor love to it maintain;
The least vice hath more ill therein
Than's in the greatest pain.

If, rather than the smarting rod,
Thy choice is sin and vice;
Thou proudly dost contend with God,
And shew thyself unwise.

If thou, impatient of the stroke,
His providence accuse,
Thou dost, by casting off his yoke,
Thine own, that's heavier, chuse.

In trouble therefore don't debate,
Nor with thy Maker fight;
Contention makes thy burden great,
Submission makes it light.