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have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy, To seize the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd ;
Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword

To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classicki hierarchy

Taught ye by mere A. S.2 and Rotherford ? 3
Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent,

Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,

Must now be named and printed Hereticks
By shallow Edwards4 and Scotch what d'ye call :5

But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent,

That so the Parliament
May, with their wholesome and preventive shears,
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk 6

your ears,

And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.

I Classick :' referring to the classes, including the parochial presbyteries into which England was divided. A. S.:' Adam Steuart, a divine of the Church of Scotland, and the author of several polemical tracts, some portions of which commence with A. S. only prefixed. — 3 " Samuel Rotherford,' or Rutherford, one of the chief commissioners of the Church of Scotland, and professor of divinity in the University of St Andrews. He was a great genius, but disliked by Milton for his aversion to Independency. Who has not heard of his · Letters '? • • Thomas Edwards,' minister : a pamphleteering opponent of Milton, whose plan of Independency he assailed.—5 What d'ye call : ' perhaps Henderson, or Gillespie, Scotch divines.-.8 ‘Bauk :' spare.



What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,

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

Rough with black winds, and storms

Unwonted shall admire !
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.


BRUTUS thus addresses Diana in the country of LEOGECIA.

GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk’st on the rowling spheres, and through the deep;

On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst 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

BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old ;
Now void, it fits thy people: Thither bend
Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.


An, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope receiv'd of thee !


FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore? where hast thou plac'd thy hope ?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth ?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.


Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously :
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.


Whom do we count a good man? Whom but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause ?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.


This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
Having to advise the publick, may speak free ;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ;
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace;
What can be juster in a state than this?


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.


say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.


THERE can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.


PSALM 1. Done into Verse, 1653.

Bless'p is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat.

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 watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall

Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgement, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. TERZETTI.

Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand

With power, and princes in their congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each land

Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of haud

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