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Unwonted, shall admire,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful! Hapless they,
My dank and dropping weeds
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the County of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest thou bidd'st me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a rision
the same night.
AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, 'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn, Impudent whore! where hast thou placed thy hope ? In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth ? Another Constantine comes not in haste.
THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain, green,
This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
peace : What can be juster in a state like this?
-Laughing, to teach the truth,
-Joking decides great things, Stronger and better, oft, than earnest can.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
-There can be slain
(Done into verse 1653.) Bless'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies, day and night. He shall be as a tree which, planted, grows By watery streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not so the wicked, but as chaff, which, fann'd, The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then, Nor sinners in the assembly of just men; For the Lord knows the upright way of the just, And the way of bad men to ruin must.
(Done August 8, 1653.)-Terzette. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together, through each land,
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear ?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand, Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords. He, who in heaven doth dwell,
Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them: then, severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and, in his fell
And fierce ire, trouble them. But I, saith he,
I will declare, the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made:
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel, shiver'd so.
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.
(August 9, 1653.) —When he fled from Absalom. LORD, how many are my
foes ! How many
Many are they
Thee through my story,
head I count:
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Hast smote, ere now,
Of men abhorr'd
(August 10, 1653.)