Lift not thy fpear against the Muses' bower : The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower Of fad Electra's poet had the power To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. To a virtuous young Lady. Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not fhame. Therefore be fure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night, Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure. X. To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President ΤΟ 5 IO And And left them both, more in himself content, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein father florish'd, yet by you, your Madam, methinks I fee him living yet; XI. 10 On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galafp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian ftare and grafp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or afp, Greek. XII. Or XII. On the fame. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs Which after held the fun and moon in fee. And ftill revolt when truth would fet them free. 10 For who loves that, must first be wife and good; XIII. To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs. Harry, whofe tuneful and well-measur'd song To after-age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air could'st humour beft our tongue. Thou Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing XIV. On the religious memory of 10 Mrs. CATHARINE THOMSON, my christian friend, Deceas'd 16 Decem. 1646, When faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy just foul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth fever. Love led them on, and faith, who knew them best, VOL. III. N XV. T. XV. To the Lord General FAIRFAX. Fairfax, whofe name in arms through Europe rings, Victory home, though new rebellions raise (For what can war, but endlefs war ftill breed?) 10 Till truth and right from violence be freed, And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand XVI. To the Lord General CROMWELL. Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloudNot of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchlefs fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way haft plough'd, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen ftream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field refounds thy praises loud, 5 And |