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FROM HORACE. 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,
LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders ? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
JoRING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds,
THERE can be slain
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PSALM I. Done into Verse, 1653.
BLESS’D 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 prosper all. 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
Lay deep their plots together through each land
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.
LORD, how many are my foes!
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
I lay and slept ; I wak'd again;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity ? To love, to seek, to prize, Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart; (For whom to choose He knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast encrease their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where’er I lie. As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell.