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? HORACE. Euripid. Valet ima fummis Mutare, & infignem attenuat Deus, Obfcura promens, &c. The Power that did create, can change the scene HORAC E. Te Dacus afper, te profugi Scythæ, Purpurei metuunt Tyranni. Injuriofo ne pede proruas Stantem Columnam, neu populus frequens Concitet, imperiumque frangat. All barbarous People, and their Princes too, The very wandring Scythians do CATULLUS. Tantò pessimus omnium Poeta, The worst of Poets I my felf declare. On SALMASIU S. Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam? Picamque docuit, verba noftra conari? Magifter artis venter, & Jacobei Centum, exulantis vifcera marfupii regis. English'd. Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering Pye, PSALM PS SALM B Done into VERSE, 1653. I Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray of finners hath not stood, and in the feat And in his Law he studies day and night. For the Lord knows th' upright way of the just, PSAL PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. Hy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Na WHY tions 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 strength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords; he who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall 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 faid, 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 |