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TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.
CROMWELL, onr chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories 10
No less renown'd than War; new foes arise
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
TO SIR HENRY VANE, THE YOUNGER.
VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell’d
The drift of hollow states hard to be spell’d,
Then to advise how War may, best upheld,
In all her equipage : besides to know
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans 5
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rollid
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
ON HIS BLINDNESS.
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talept which is death to hide, Lodged with me iseless, though my soul more bent To serve there with my Maker, and present
5 My true account, lest he returning chide; • Doth God exact dav-labour, light deny'd ?' I fondly ask : But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best : his state
They also serve who only stand and wait.'
• The massacre in Piemont fornied a part of the foartal rerseentin:hs which the Vaulois, or Protestants of that pantry, suffered from the Church of Rome. An abs rict of this appalling portion of minder church history may be found in Dr. M'C' admirable work on the Reformation in Italy, and in Mr. Gillie's Jouruey to the valleys of the Vaudois.
TO MR. LAWRENCE.
LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
He wli those delights can judge, and spare
TO CYRIAC SKINNER.
CYRIAC, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our lawe,
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
For other things mild Heav’u a time ordains,
TO THE SAME.
CYRIAC, this three years' day these eyes, tho' clear,
To outward view, of bleraish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer
Right onward. What supports me? dost thou ask: The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them overply'd In Liberty's defence, my noble task,
11 Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide. 'mask
ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.
METHOUGHT I saw my late-espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son 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 Purification in the old law did save,
6 And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind : Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But 0, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
. On his deceased wife, his second wife, who died about a year after their marriage.-- Alcestis was king of Thessaly, and being on the point of death, was restored to life by his wife's voluntarily offering herself to Apollo in his stead. Hercules afterward succeeded in rescuing her from the shades.
PSA L M S.
(Done into verse, 1653.)
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
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 Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell 10
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said,