Unwonted, shall admire, Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful! Hapless they, To whom thou, untried, seem'st fair! Me, in my vow'd To the stern god of sea. 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 vision the same night. Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. Aш, 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, FROM ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flowery 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 FROM HORACE. -Joking decides great things, Stronger and better, oft, than earnest car. TIs you FROM SOPHOCLES. 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 I. (Done into verse 1653.) BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat And in his law he studies, day and night. PSALM II. (Done August 8, 1653.)-Terzette. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand, And fierce ire, trouble them. But I, saith he, I will declare, the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, 10 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. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, 20 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! That of my life distrustfully thus say: The exalter of my head I count: Aloud I cried Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, I fear not, though, encamping round about, They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for thou Hast smote, ere now, On the cheek-bone, all my foes, Of men abhorr'd ΤΟ 20 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, |