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Death was half glad when he had got him down;
Another on the same.
15 Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; Nay,' quoth he, on his swooning bed outstretch'd, 'If I mayn't carry, sure I 'll ne'er be fetch'd, But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down to make six bearers. ' 20 Ease was his chief disease; and, to judge right, He died for heaviness that his cart went light: His leisure told hiin that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdensome, That ev'n to his last breath (there be that say't), 25 As he were press’d to death, he cried, “More weight;' But, had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedieot to the moon he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate
80 Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are deliver'd all and gone, Only remains this superscription,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE,
Under the Long Parliament. BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate lord, And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,
To seize the widow'd whore Plurality
From them whose sin ye envicd, not abhorr’d; Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword
5 To force our consciences that Christ set free, And ride us with a classic hierarchy Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ? Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent,
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul, 10
Must now be nam'd and printed Heretics
That so the Parliament 15
And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, Lib. I. WHAT slender youth , bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness ? O, how oft shall he
5 On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!
10 Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,
vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dank and dropping weeds
15 To the stern god of sea.
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. Brutus thus addresses Diana in the Country 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
Vision the same Night.
LAUGHING , to teach the truth, What hinders ? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, Than an unjust and wicked king.
(Done into verse 1653.)
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?
5 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 augh; the Lord shall scoff them; then severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and in his foll
10 And fierce ire trouble them. But I, saith ho,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
I will declare: the Lord to me hath said,
15 This day; ask of me, and the grant is made :
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Earth’s utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring fall low
With iron scepter bruis'd, and then disperse 20
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd sn.
Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear 25
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.
How many those
Many are they,
5 No help for him in God there lies. But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story,
For my sustain
15 The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Hast smote ere now
Of man abhorr'd
(August 10, 1653.)
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.