And Worcester's laureat wreath. ΙΟ Yet much remains To conquer ftill; peace hath her victories No lefs renown'd than war: new foes arise Threatning to bind our fouls with fecular chains : Help us to fave free confcience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whofe gospel is their maw. XVII. To Sir HENRY VANE the younger. Vane, young in years, but in fage counsel old, The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell'd Whether to fettle peace, or to unfold The drift of hollow ftates hard to be spell'd In all her equipage: befides to know 5 Both fpiritual pow'r and civil, what each means, 10 What fevers each, thou haft learn'd, which few have done : The bounds of either fword to thee we owe : Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans XVIII. On the late massacre in Piemont. Avenge, O Lord, thy flaughter'd faints, whofe bones Their moans 5 To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow 10 O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe. XIX. On his blindness. When I confider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, To ferve therewith my Maker, and prefent foon replies, God doth not need That murmur, Either man's work or his own gifts; who best 'Bear his mild yoke, they serve him beft: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And poft o'er land and ocean without rest; XX. To Mr. LAWRENCE. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon, On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire Of Attic tafte, with wine, whence we may rife 5 10 XXI. To CYRIAC SKINNER *. Cyriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward folid good what leads the nearest way; To the fame. Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear, 5 ΙΟ *Son of William Skinner, Efq; and grandfon of Sir Vincent Skinner; and his mother was Bridget, one of the daughters of the famous Sir Edward Coke Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench. of Of fun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5 Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou ask? The conscience, Friend, to' have loft them overply'd In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mafk Content though blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. On his deceased WIFE *. Methought I saw my late efpoufed faint Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave, Whom Jove's great fon to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have ΤΟ *This was his fecond wife, Catharine the daughter of Captain Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in childbed of a daughter. |