And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might 514 ORIGINAL VARIOUS READINGS ON THE FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE. Ver. 2. the vacant whore Plurality. Ver. 6. To force the consciences &c. Ver. 12. By haire-brain'd Edwards. Shallow is in the margin; and the pen is drawn through haire-brain'd. Ver. 17. Crop ye as close as marginal P's eares. TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.' Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause, From HORACE1. Laughing, to teach the truth? What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace. 1 From Milton's Hist. Engl. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 7. edit. 1698. These fragments of translation were collected from Milton's Prose-Works. 2 From Of Reformation in England. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10. P. 10. 3 From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. . 4 From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10. From Tetrachordon, Pr. W. vol. i. 259. 6 Milton's Motto to his Areopagica,, A speech for the liberty of unlincensed Printing, &c. Prose W. vol. i. 141. 7 Sat. i. i. 24. 8 From Apol. Smectymn. Pr. W. vol. i. 116. From HORACE. Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can1o. From SOPHOCLES". 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words'. From SENECA'3. There can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, Than an unjust and wicked king14. PSALM 1. Done into verse, 1633. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray As thy possession I on thee bestow [sway'd, The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, Be taught, ye judges of the Earth; with fear Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay. PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. When he fled from Absalom LORD, how many are my foes! How many those, That in arms against me rise; Many are they, That of my life distrustfully thus say; The exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, Was the Lord, Of many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. [Lord; This help was from the Thy blessing on thy people flows. PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. | My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity? To love, to seek, to prize, Thing false and vain, and nothing else but Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to hirelf apart, [lies. Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, 14 From Tenure of Kings, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. Offer the offerings just $15. Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.. For all my bones, that even with anguish ake, Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore, And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord; .restore My soul; O save me for thy goodness sake: Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? I' the midst of all my enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity, De part from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray. Jehovah, thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear : I' the morning I to thee with choice Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lead me, because of those That do observe if I transgress; Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For,in his faltering mouth unstable, [smooth. No word is firm or sooth; By their own counsels quell'd; Their joy; while thou from blame To bless the just man still; PSALM VI, Aug. 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me Save me and secure me under Lord, my God, if I have thought Let the enemy pursue my soul, Rouse thyself amidst the rage So the assemblies of each nation Judge me, Lord; be judge in this But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he He digg'd a pit, and delv'dit deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. April, 1648. J. M; 517 Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all 1. THOU Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed; That sitt'st between the cherubs bright, 2. In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3. Turn us again, thy grace divine Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow 5. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6. A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7. Return us, and thy grace divine, And then we shall be safe. 8. A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, 9. Thou didst prepare for it a place, And fill'd the land at last. 10. With her green shade that cover'd all, Her boughs as high as cedars tall 11. Her branches on the western side And upward to that river wide Her other branches went. 12. Why hast thou laid her hedges low, 13. The tusked boar out of the wood Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food 14. Return now, God of Hosts, look down And visit this thy vine. 1. To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King; To Jacob's God, that all may hear, Loud acclamations ring. 2. Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, A law of Jacob's God, to hold, From whence they might not swerve. His hands from pots, and miry soil, 7. When trouble did thee sore assail, And I to free thee did not fail, 8. Hear, O my People, hearken well; Thou ancient stock of Israel, If thou wilt list to me: 9. Throughout the land of thy abode No alien God shall be, Nor shalt thou to a foreign God In honour bend thy knee. 10. I am the Lord thy God, which brought Thee out of Egypt land; Ask large enough, and I, besought, 11. And yet my people would not hear, And Israel, whom I lov'd so dear, And turn my hand against all those, That are their enemies. 15. Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend; But they, his people, should remain, Their time should have no end. 16. And he would feed them from the shock And satisfy them from the rock PSALM LXXXII. 1. God in the great assembly stands 2. How long will ye pervert the right 4. Defend the poor and desolate, Of him that help demands. 5. They know not, nor will understand The Earth's foundations all are mov'd, 6. I said that ye were gods, yea all 7. But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. 8. Rise, God; judge thou the Earth in might, This wicked Earth redress; For thou art he who shall by right PSALM LXXXIII. 1. BE not thou silent now at length, 2. For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3. Against thy people they contrive 4. Come, let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be; That Israel's name for ever may Be lost in memory. |