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A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
which is death to hide,
I fondly ask : But patience to prevent
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best ✓ Bear his mild yoke, they serve him beft: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And port o'er land and ocean without reft;
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now, that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Help waste a fullen day, what may be won
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
* This Mr. Lawrence was the son of the President of Crom. well's council.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
He,who of those delights can judge, and spare
Which others at their bar so often wrench;
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way ;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, tho' clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Cyriac Skinner was the son of William Skinner, Esq; and grandson 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 sometimes held the chair; and farther adds, that he was a merchant's son of London, an ingenious young gentleman and scholar to John Milton,
Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up, and steer
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them overply'd 10
In liberty's defense, my noble task,
(mark This thought might lead me through the world's vain
Content, tho' blind, had I no better guide. επεθαι τω θεο.
On his deceased Wife ..
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint.
Purification in the old Law did save,
Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Her face was veild, yet to my fancied fight
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
But O as to embrace me the inclin'd,
* This was his second 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 daughten.
PSA L M S. AL
PSALM I. Done into verse, 1653.
Less'd is the man, who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i'th' way Of finners hath not stood, and in the feat Of scorners hath not fat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
5 And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree,which planted grows By watry 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. 10 Not so the wicked, but as chaff, which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then, Nor finners in th' assembly of juft men.
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.
W Marea vain thing,
the kings of th' earth upstand
HY do the nations
With pow'r, and princes in their congregations
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: Hegwho in Heav'n doth dwell,
Shall laugh, the Lord shall fcoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid
15 This day; ask of me, and the grant is made ;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Th’ Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Be taught,ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son,left he appear 25
In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere, Happy all those who have in him their stay.
Psal. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
ORD, how many are my foes !
How many those,
Many are they,