Four Greek Lines out of Euripides. This is true Liberty, when free-born Men Having t' advise the Publick may speak free, Which he who can, and will, deferves his Praise; Who either can, or will, may hold his peace: What can be juster in a State than this?

Euripid.

HORAC E.

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Valet ima fummis

Mutare, & infignem attenuat Deus,
Obfcura promens, &c.

The Power that did create, can change the scene
Of things; make mean of great, and great of mean:
The brightest Glory can eclipfe with might;
And place the most obscure in dazling light.

HORAC E.

Te Dacus afper, te profugi Scythæ,
Regumque matres barbarorum, &

Purpurei metuunt Tyranni.

Injuriofo ne pede proruas
Stantem Columnam, neu populus frequens
Ad arma ceffantes, ad arma
Concitet, imperiumque frangat.

All barbarous People, and their Princes too,
All Purple Tyrants honour you;
The very wandring Scythians do
Support the Pillar of the Roman State.
Let all men be involv'd in one man's fate,
Continue us in Wealth and Peace;
Let Wars and Tumults ever cease.

CATULLUS.

Tantò pessimus omnium Poeta,
E Quantò tu optimus omnium Patronus.

The worst of Poets I my felf declare.
By how much you the best of Patrons are.

On SALMASIU S.

Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam?
Picamque docuit, verba noftra conari?

Magifter artis venter, & Jacobei

Centum, exulantis vifcera marsupii regis.
Quod fi dolofi fpes refulferit nummi,
Ipfe, Antichrifti modo qui primatum Pape
Minatus uno eft diffipare fufftatu,

Cantabit ultro Cardinalitium Metos.

English'd.

Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering Pye,
To aim at English, and Hundreda cry?
The starving Rascal, flufht with juft a hundred
English Jacobus's, Hundreda blundred.
An Out-law'd King's laft Stock-A hundred more
Wou'd make him pimp for th' Antichriftian Whore;
And in Rome's Praife imploy his poifon'd Breath,
Who threatned once to ftink the Pope to Death.

PSALM

PS

SALM I

Done into VERSE, 1653.

B

Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counfel of the Wicked, and i' th' way
of finners hath not flood, and in the feat
Of fcorners hath not fate. 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 watry streams, and in his feafon knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf fhall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, fo the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then,

Nor finners in th' affembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

Z 4

PSAL

PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.

WHY

do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations

Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th' Earth upstand With power, and Princes in their Congregations Lay deep their plots together through each Land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear?

Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength 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

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebell) 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 poffeffion I on thee bestow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd

Earth's