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As when thofe hinds that were transform'd to frogs Victory home, though new rehellions raise
6 Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays Which after held the sun and moon in fee. Her broken league to imp their serpent wings. But this is got by casting pearls to hogs; O yet a nobler talk awaits thy hand,
9 'That hawl for freedom in their fenfeless mood, (For what can war, but endless war fill breed?)
And still revolt when truth would set them free. Tili truth and right from violence be freed,
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; II And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand
But from that mark how far they rove we fee While avarice and rapin share the land.
To Mr. H. Lawes on bis Airs.
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
With praise cnough fur envy to look wan; 6
To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire, 10
That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
To conquer still; peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than war : new foes arise 10 Threatning to bind our souls with fecular chains :
Help us to save free conscience from the paw of hireling wolves, whofe gospel is their maw.
my Cbriflian Friend, deceas'd 16 Decemb. 1646.
Stay'd not hehind, nor in the grave were trod :
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms re
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,
have done :
Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they 9| And disapproves that carë, though wise in show,
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and a fhes low That with superfluous burden loads the day,
O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth (way And when God sends a chearful hour, refrains. The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way
To the same.
YRIAC, this three years day these eyes,
, On bis Blindness.
To outward view, of blemish or of spot, HEN I consider how my light is spent Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear wide,
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5 And that one talent which is death to hide, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a joc bent
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and sleer To serve therewith my Maker,'and present 5 Right onward. What supports me, doft thou ask? Iy true account, lest he returning chide;
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them over. Doth God exact day-labor, light deny'd ? I fondly ask : But patience to prevent
In liberty's defence, my noble tak, That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Of which all Europe talks frona fide to side.
Either man's work or his own gists; who best ro This thought night lead me through the world's Bears his mild yoke, they serve him beit: his state
vain maik, Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, Content though blind, had I no better guide.
And post o'er land and occan without rest;
Or bis deceased Wife.
ETHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis froin the grave, To Mr. Lawrend.
Whom Jove's great fon to her glad husband
gave, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are
Rescued from death by force, though pale and mire,
faint, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Help waste-a sullen day, what may be won
Purification in the old Law did save, 6 From the hard feafon gaining ? time will run 5
And such, as yet once more I trust to have On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, The frozen carth, and clothe in fresh attire Came vested all in white, pure as her mind :
The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. Her face was veild, yet to my fancied sight 10 What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person thin's
Of Attic talle, with wine, whince we may rise So clear, as in no face with nore delight.
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice But O as to embrace me the incluid, Warble inmortal notes and Tuscan air?
I wak'd, the fied, and day brought back my He who of those delights can judge, and spare
night. To interpose them oft, is not unwisc.
On occafion of ibe Plague in Londoa.
Found on a glass Window at Chalfont, in Buck slas:
Dire, ubere Milton reided during the Coatianst! VYRIAC, whose grandfire on the royal bench of tbat Calamity.
[Fron Birch's Life.] Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar fo often wrench; T'AIR mirror of foul times; whose fragile sheen
F To-day deep thoughts refolve with me to drench 5 Shall, as it blazıtlı, break; while Providcace
In mirth, that after no repenting draws; (Aye watching v'er his faints with cye unten; I et Euclid rest and Archimedes paute,
Spreads the red rod of angry pettilence, And what the Swede intends, and what the To sweep the wicked and their counsels herce; French.
Yea, all to break the pride of luftful kings, To nieasure life learn thou betimes, and know Who Heaven's lore reject for brutish fenfe;
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; As erst he scourg'd Jeflides' fin of yore,
He fent him war, or plague, or famine fore. le
PSA L M S
LORD bonapeh ose my focs!
Psalm 1. Done into verse, 1653.
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kiss the Son, lese he appear 25 RLESS’D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In anger, and yc perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay!
5 And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grow 3
Psalm 11. Aug. 9, 1653.
W ben he fled from Abfalom.
How many those
That in arnis against me rise! The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
Many are they In judgment, or abide their trial then,
That of my life distrustsully thus say, 3 Nor finners in th'assembly of just men.
No help for him in God therc lies.
Thee through my story
Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd THY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations And heard me from his holy mount. Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth I lay and slept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain With power, and princes in their congregations
Was the Lord. Of many millions IS Lay deep their plots together through cach land
The populous rout Against the Lord and his Mesliah dear? 5
I fear not, though incamping round about Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand They pitch against me their pavilions. Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Rise, Lord; fave me, my God; for thou Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth
Hast Imote ere now dwell
On the chcek-bonc all my foes, Shall laugh, the Lord thall scoff them, then fe
Of nien abhorr'd
Hast broke the tecth. This help was from the Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
Anointed have my king (though ye rebel)
Pfalm iv. Aug. 10, 1653.
God of my righteousness,
In firaits and in distress Th'Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Thou didst me disinthrall Earth’s utmost bounds : them shalt thou bring full | And let at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
My glory have in scorn,