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Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one,
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
* In Bishopsgate.street, London.
Nor were it contradiction to affirm,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF COXSCIENCE UNDER THE
BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate-Lord,
And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd;
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
Taught ye by mere A. S.* and Rotherford ?Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent,
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now be nam’d and printed Heretics
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
That so the Parliament May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, Clip your phylacteries, though balk your ears,
And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, ‘New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.'
* Adam Steuart, a divine of the church of Scotland, and the author of several polemical tracts : some portions of which com. mence with A. S. only prefixed.
Todd. + Samuel Rotherford, or Rutherford, one of the chief commis. sioners of the church of Scotland, and professor of divinity in the university of St. Andrew. He published a great variety of Cal. vinistic tracts.
| Thomas Edwards, minister, a pamphleteering opponent of Milton; whose plan of independency he assailed with shallow invectives.
$ Perhaps Henderson, or Galaspie. Scotch divines: the former of' whom appears as a loving friend,' in Rutherford's Joshua Re. divivus; and the latter was one of the ecclesiastical commissioners at Westminster.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roseş in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
vow'd To whom thou’untried seem'st fair! Me, in my Picture, the sacred wall declares to' have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
BRUTUS thus addresses Diana in the country of
LEOGECIA, GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the
* Hist. Brit. i. si. “ Diva potens nemorum." &c.
On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in
a vision, the same night. 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.
Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,