2 Into thy prefence let my prayer With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favor bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble ftore Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at death's unchearful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs Down to the dismal pit,

I am a man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep,

And like the flain in bloody fight

That in the grave lie deep.

Whom thou remembereft no more,

Doft never more regard,

Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free,

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In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me;

Thou break'ft upon me all thy ways,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous boufe hath barr'd.

And me have mercy on,

Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength, And fave thy handmaid's fon.

17 Some fign of good to me afford, And let my foes then fee,

And be afham'd, because thou, Lord, Doft help and comfort me.

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Pfalm LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains ligh

Is his foundation faft,

There jeated is his fanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be flore,
And all within his care.

3 City of God, moft glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke ;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of fcorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmoft ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praise fball in our ear
Be faid of Sion laft,

This and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her fast.

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And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.

9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead,

Lord, all the day I thee entreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,

Shall the deceas'd arife

And praife thee from their loathfome bed

With pale and Lollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave bath hold,

Or they who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darknefs can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known,

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm cxiv.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

HEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon

Writer long toil their liberty had won,

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Aud paft from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhown,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? and why fkipt the moun-
tains?

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He with his thunder-cla'ping hand Smote the first-born of Egypt land. For his &c.

And in defpite of Pharao fell

He brought from thence his Ifrael. For his .

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythræan main.

Let us blaze his name abroad,

For of Gods he is the God;

For his &c.

O let us his praises tell,

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He hath with a pitcous eye

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell,

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For his &c.

Of the invading enemy.

Beheld us in our mifery.

For his &c.

And freed us from the slavery

For his &.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand fupplies their need. For his &c.

Fabro quafi divino

Sol virtù rintracciando il tuo pensiero
Vide in ogni confino

Chi di nobil valor calca il fentiero ;
L'ottimo dal miglior dopo fcegliea
Per fabbricar d'ogni virtu l' idea.
Quanti nacquero in Flora

O in lei del parlar Tosco apprefer l'arte,
La cui memoria onora

Il mondo fatta eterna in dotte carte,
Volesti ricercar per tuo teforo,

E parlafti con lor nell' opre loro.

Nell' altera Babelle

Per te il parlar confuse Giove in vano,
Che per varie favelle

Di fe fteffa trofeo cadde fu'l piano:

Ch' Ode oltr' all Anglia il fuo piu degno Idioma Spagna, Francia, Tofcana, e Grecia e Roma.

I piu profondi arcani

Ch' occulta la natura e in cielo e in terra
Ch' à Ingegni fovrumani

Troppo avaro tal' hor gli chiude, e ferra,
Chiaromente conofci, e giungi al fine
Della moral virtude al gran confine.

Non batta il Tempo l'ale,

Fermifi immoto, e in un fermin fi gl' anni,
Che di virtù immortale

Scorron di troppo ingiuriofi a i danni;
Che s'opre degne di Poema o ftoria
Furon gia, l'hai prefenti alla memoria,

Dammi tua dolce Cetra

Se vuoi ch'io dica del tuo dolce capto,
Ch' inalzandoti all' Etra

Di farti huomo celefte ottiene il vanto,

In Tamigi il dirà che gl' e conceffo
Per te fuo cigno parreggiar Permeffo.
Io che in riva del Arno

Tento fpiegar tuo merto alto, e preclaro
So che fatico indarno,

E ad ammirar, non a lodarlo imparo;
Freno dunque la lingua, e afcolto il core
Che ti prende a lodar con lo ftupore.

Del fig. Antonio Francini gentilhuom

Fiorentio.

JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENSI,

Juveni patria, virtutibus eximio,

VIRO qui multa peregrinatione, ftudia cunca

orbis terrarum loca perfpexit, ut novus Ulyf

fes omnia ubique ab omnibus apprehenderet: Polyglotto, in cujus ore linguæ jam deperdita fix revivifcunt, ut idiomata omnia fint in ejus laudibus infacunda; Et jure ea percallet, ut admirationes et plaufus populorum ab propria fapientia excitatos intelligat :

Illi, cujus animi dotes corporifque fenfus ad admirationem commovent, et per ipfam motum cuique auferunt; cujus opera ad plaufus hortantur, fed venuftate vocem laudatoribus adimunt.

Cui in memoria totus orbis; in intellectu fapientia; in voluntate ardor gloriæ; in ore eloquentia; harmonicos cœleftium fphærarum fonit aftronomia duce audienti; characteres mirabi lium naturæ per quos Dei magnitudo defcribitur magiftra philofophia legenti antiquitarum latebras, vetuftatis excidia, eruditionis ambages, comite aflidua autorum lectione,

Exquirenti, refiauranti, percurrenti.
At cur nitor in arduum?

Ili in cujus virtutibus evulgandis ora Famæ non fufficiant, nec hominum ftupor in laudandis fans eft, reverentiæ et amoris ergo hoc ejus meriti debitum admirationis tributum offert Carola Datus Patricius Florentinus,

Tanto homini fervus, tantæ virtutis amater.

vaftitate. Edit. 1645.

Elegia prima ad Carolum Deodatum.

TANDEM,
ANDEM, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabellæ,

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Pertulit occiduå Devæ Ceftrenfis ab orâ
Vergivium prono quà petit amne falum.
Multum crede juvat terras aluiffe remotas
Pectus amans noftri, tamque fidele caput,
Quodque mihi lepidum tellus longinqua fodalem
Debet, at unde brevi reddere juffa velit.
Me tenet urbs refluâ quam Thamefis alluit undâ,
Meque nec invitum patria dulcis habet.
Jam nec arundiferum mihi cura revifere Camum,
Nec dudum vetiti me laris angit amor.
Nada nec arva placent, umbrafque negantia molles,
Quam male Phoebicolis convenit ille locus!
Nec duri libet ufque minas perferre magiftri
Cæteraque ingenio non fubeunda meo.
Si fit hoc exilium patrios adiiffe penates,
Et vacuum curis otia grata fequi,

Non ego vel profugi nomen, fortemve recufo, Lætus & exilii conditione fruor.

O utinam vates nunquam graviora tuliffet

Ille Tomitano flebilis exul agro !

Non tunc Ionio quicquam ceffiffet Homero, Neve foret victo laus tibi prima Maro.

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Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Mufis,
Et totum rapiunt me mea vita libri.

Excipit hinc feffum finuofi pompa theatri,
Et vocat ad plaufus garrula fcena fuos.

S: catus auditur fenior, feu prodigus hæres,
Scu procus, aut pofitâ caffide miles adeft,

Detonat inculto barbara verba foro;

Eve decennali fœcui: lus lite patronus

Sape vafer gnato fuccurrit fervus amanti,

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Confcia funereo pectora torre movens, Seu mæret Pelopeia domus, feu nobiiis Ili, Aut luit inceftos aula Creontis avos. Sed neque fub tecto femper nec in urbe latemus, Irrita nec nobis tempora veris eunt. Nos quoque lucus habet vicinâ confitus ulmo, Atque fuburbani nobilis umbra loci. Sæpius hic blandas fpirantia fidera flammas Virgineos videas prætcriiffe choros. Ah quoties digna ftupui miracula formæ Quæ poffit fenium vel reparare Jovis! Ah quoties vidi fuperantia lumina gemmas, Atque faces quotquot volvit uterque polus; Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quæ brachia vincant, Quæque fluit puro nectare tincta via, Et decus eximium frontis, tremulofque capillos, Aurea quæ fallax retia tendit Amor; Pellacefque genas, ad quos hyacinthina fordet Purpura, & ipfe tui floris, Adoni, rubor! Cedite laudatæ toties Heroïdes olim,

Et quæcunque vagum cepit amica Jovem, Cedite Achæmeniæ turritâ fronte puellæ, Et quot Sufa colunt, Memnoniamque Ninon. Vos etiam Danзæ fafces fubmittite Nymphæ, Et vos Iliace, Romuleæque nurus. Nec Pompeianas Tarpeïa Mufa columnas Jactet, & Aufoniis plena theatra ftolis. Gloria Virginibus debetur prima Britannis,

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Extera fat tibi fit fœmina poffe fequi. Tuque urbs Dardaniis Londinum ftructa colonis Turrigerum latè confpicienda caput,

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Tu nimium felix intra tua moenia claudis

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Quicquid formofi pendulus orbis habet, Non tibi tot cælo fcintillant aftra fereno

Endymioneæ turba miniftra deæ,