Death was half glad when he had got him down; In the kind office of a chamberlin 10 Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, 15 If any ask for him, it shall be said, HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove While he might still jog on and keep his trot, Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime Too long vacation hasten'd on his term. Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, 10 15 20 20 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. Obedient 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: Only remains this superscription, ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE, BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate lord, Liturg 03 To seize the widow'd whore Plurality To force our consciences that Christ set free, 5 Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford? By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call: May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, 15 20 TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, Lib. I. WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he On faith and changed gods complain, and seas Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant, always amiable, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. 5 10 15 Brutus thus addresses Diana in the Country of Leogecia. To whom, sleeping before the Altar, Diana answers in a BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause, FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, FROM ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flow'ry mountain green, FROM HORACE. WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace. FROM HORACE. 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. FROM SENECA, THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, PSALM S. PSALM I. (Done into verse 1653.) BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. (Done August 8, 1653.) WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations 5 10 15 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 fell 10 And fierce ire trouble them. But I, saith he, On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree 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 A The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, 15 Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere, PSALM III. (August 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: No help for him in God there lies. But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, The exalter of my head I count: Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and slept; I wak'd again; Was the Lord. Of many millions 20 25 5 10 15 The populous rout I fear not, though, encamping round about, They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for Thou 20 Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of man abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. PSALM IV. (August 10, 1653.) ANSWER me when I call, And set at large; now spare, 5 Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity? 10 |