A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way XIX. On his blindness. When I confider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, To ferve therewith my Maker, and present Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without reft; They alfo ferve,who only stand and wait. XX. To Mr. LAWRENCE *. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon, Now, that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, On fmoother, till Favonius re-inspire The lilly' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. 5 10 5 *This Mr. Lawrence was the fan of the Prefident of Cromwell's council. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic tafte, with wine, whence we may rise He,who of those delights can judge, and spare XXI. To CYRIAC SKINNER*. Cyriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench 10 And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward folid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, tho' wife in show, That with fuperfluous burden loads the day, And,when God fends a chearful hour, refrains. XXII. To the fame. Cyriac, this three years' day thefe eyes, tho' clear, *Cyriac Skinner was the fon of William Skinner, Efq; and grandfon of Sir Vincent Skinner, and his mother was daughter of the famous Lord Chief Justice Coke. Mr. Wood relates, that he was one of Harrington's political club, and fometimes held the chair; and farther adds, that he was a merchant's fon of London, an ingenious young gentleman and fcholar to John Milton, Bereft of light their feeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear 5 Of fun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Of which all Europe talks from fide to fide. [mask This thought might lead me through the world's vain Content, tho' blind, had I no better guide. έπεθαι τῷ θεῷ. XXIII. On his deceased Wife *. Methought I faw my late efpoufed faint And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have But O as to embrace me the inclin'd, 5 10 I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. *This was his fecond wife, Katharine the daughter of Capt. Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in childbed of a daughter, SALM S. PS PSALM I. Done into verfe, 1653. Besdoun fel of the wicked, and i'th' way Lefs'd is the man, who hath not walk'd aftray Of finners hath not stood, and in the feat Of fcorners hath not fat. But in the great Nor finners in th' affembly of just men. 5 10 For the Lord knows the upright way of the juft, 15 And the way of bad men to ruin must. PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations W Mufe a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand a With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together thro' each land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear? Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand M 5 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 fcoff 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 rebel) 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; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow IO 15 Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd Earth's utmoft bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperfe Like to a potter's veffel fhiver'd fo. 1 And now be wife at length,ye Kings averse, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. 20 25 PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. LORD,how many are my foes! many thofe, That in arms against me rise! Many are they, That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, No help for him in God there lies. |