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Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, 10
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Hated not learning worse than toad or aip,
On the same.
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuccoos, asses, apes and dogs :
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
And still revolt,when truth would set them free.
But from that mark how far they rove, we see
here wrongously named Galasp, was one of the Scotch commisGioners to the Westminster assembly. But who the other persons were is not known. It appears from this sonnet, and the verses on the forcers of conscience, that Milton treats the Presbyterians with great contempt.
* This Gentleman was the firft Professor of the Greek tongue in the University of Cambridge, and was highly instrumental in bringing that language into repute. He was afterwards made one of the tutors to Edward VI.
To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs *.
Harry, whose tuneful and well measur'd song
First taught our English music how to span
With Midas ears, committing short and long ;
With praise enough for envy to look wan;
That with smooth air could'st humour best our tongue. Thou honor'lt verse, and verse must lend her wing
To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus quire,
That tun'st their happieft lines in hymn or ftory.
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to fing
On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thomfon, my christian friend, deceas'd 16 Dec. 1646 t.
When faith and love, which parted from thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just foul to dwell with God,
* This Mr. Henry Lawes was a gentleman of the King's chapel, and one of his band of music, and an intimate friend of Milton.
+ Who this Mrs. Thomson was, fays Dr Newton, we cannot be eertain; but I find in the accounts of Milton's life, that when he was first made Latin Secretary, he lodged at one Thomson's next door to the Bull-head tavern at Charing -Cross. This Mrs. Thomfun therefore was in all probability one of that family.
Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5
Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams 10
And azure wings, that up they flew fo drest,
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings,
Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Her broken league to imp their ferpent wings.
(For what can war, but endless war still breed :)
Of public fraud. In vain doth valor bleed,
* This fonnet appears from the manuscript to have been addresled to Gen. Fairfax at the fiege of Colchester, which was carried on in the summer 1648.
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way haft plough’d, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud
5 Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued,
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
To conquer ftill ; peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than war: new foes arise
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
To Sir HENRY VANE the
Vane, young in years, but in fage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
5 The drift of hollow states hard to be spell’d, Then to advise how war may best upheld Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
* In the Author's manuscript is this inscription. To the Lord General Cromwell, May 1652. On the proposals of certain ministero as the committee for popagation of the Gospel.
In all her equipage : besides to know
Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,
What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few have done: The bounds of either sword to thee we owe :
Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans
On the late massacre in Piemont *.
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ;
When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans, 5
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and alhes sow 10
O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow
* This persecution of the Protestants in Piemont broke out in 1655. In May that year Cromwell wrote several letters to the Duke of Savoy, and other potentates and states, complaining of that persecution. Echard tells us, that he proclaimed a fast, and caused large contributions to be gathered for them in England ; that he sent his agents to the Duke of Savoy, a prince with whom he had no correspondence or commerce, and the next year so engaged Card. Mazarine, and even terrified the Pope himself, without so much as doing any favour to the English Roman Catholics, that the Duke thought it necessary to restore all that he had taken from them, and renewed all those privileges they had formerly enjoyed. “ So great (adds Echard) was the terror of his name; nothing “ being more usual than his saying, that his ships in the Mediter
ranean should vifit Civita Vecchia, and the sound of his cannon « should be heard in Rome."