The mufk-rofe, and the well-attir'd woodbine,
With cowflips wan that hang the penfive head,
And every flow'r that fad embroidery wears:
Bid amarantus all his beauty fhed,

And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,

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To ftrow the laureat herfe where Lycid lies.

For fo to interpofe a little ease,

Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

Ay me! Whilft thee the fhores, and founding feas
Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd,
Whether beyond the ftormy Hebrides,
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Vifit'ft the bottom of the monftrous world;
Or whether thou to our moift vows deny'd,
Sleep'ft by the fable of Bellerus old,

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Where the great vifion of the guarded mount
Looks tow'ard Namancos and Bayona's hold;

Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth:
And, O ye Dolphins waft the hapless youth.

Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, 165 For Lycidas your forrow is not dead,

Sunk though he be beneath the watry floor;
So finks the day-ftar in the ocean bed,

And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new fpangled ore 170.
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky;
So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves,
Where other groves and other ftreams along,
With Nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears th' unexpreffive nuptial fong,
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the faints above,
In folemn troops and fweet focieties.

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That fing, and finging in their glory move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the fhepherds weep no more;
Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore,
In thy large recompenfe, and fhalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

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Thus fang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with fandals gray, He touch'd the tender ftops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the fun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At last he rofe, and twitch'd his mantle blue; To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

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On the new forcers of confcience under the Long PARLIAMENT *.

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Ecaufe you have thrown off your prelate Lord,
And with ftiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,

To feife the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whose fin ye envied, not abhorr'd,
Dare ye for this adjure the civil fword

To force our confciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a claffic hierarchy +

Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford †?

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* This poem is fuppos'd to have been made, when the Directory was established, and disputes ran high between the Prefbyterians and Independents in 1645, the latter pleading for a toleration, and the former against it.

In the Prefbyterian form of government there are congregational, claffical, provincial, and national affemblies.

It is not known who is meant by A. S. Mr, Samuel Rotherford was Profeflor of Divinity at St. Andrew's, and one of the Scotch commiffioners to the Westminster affembly.

Men whofe life, learning, faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high efteem with Paul, 10
Muft now be nam'd and printed Heretics

By fhallow Edwards* and Scotch what d'ye call + :
But we do hope to find out all
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Your plots and packing worse than thofe of Trent,
That fo the Parliament 15

May with their wholfome and preventive shears
Clip your phylacteries, tho' bauk your ears,

And fuccour our just fears,

When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Prieft writ large.

* Mr. Thomas Edwards, author of the Gangræna.

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Either Mr. Alexander Henderson or Mr. George Gillespie,

both commiffioners to the Westminster affembly.

XIX.

The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa, rendered almost word for word without rhime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.

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HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on roses in fome pleasant cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'ft thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft shall he

On faith and changed Gods complain, and feas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted fhall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant always amiable

Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Haple's they

To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair. Me in
Picture the facred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the ftern God of fea.

my

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vow'd

را

Ad PYRRHAM.

ODE V.

Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos.

UIS multa gracilis te puer in rosa
Perfufus liquidis urget odoribus,

Grato, Pyrrha, fub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem
Mutatofque deos flebit, et aspera
Nigris æquora ventis

Emirabitur infolens!

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
Qui femper vacuam femper amabilem
Sperat, necius auræ

Fallacis. Miferi quibus

Intentata nites. Me tabula facer

Votiva paries indicat uvida

Sufpendiffe potenti

Veftimenta maris Deo.

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