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ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE
And with stiff vows, renounced his Liturgy,
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr’d,
To force our consciences, that Christ set free ; And ride us with a classic hierarchy, Taught ye by mere A. S.* and Rutherford ?+ Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent,
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now be named and printed Heretics, By shallow Edwardsi and Scotch what d'ye call :// But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing, worse than those of Trent;
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.
+ Samuel Rutherford, one of the chief Commissioners of the Church of Scotland, and Professor of Divinity in the University of St. Andrew's.
| Thomas Edwards, minister, a pamphleteering opponent of Milton.
|| Perhaps flenderson, or Gillespie, Scotch divineg
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses, 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 JEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
in a vision the same night.
•Hist. Brit. i. xi. “ Diva potens nemorum," &c.
Now void, it fits thy people : thither bend
Au, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Founded in chaste and humble poverty,
Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
-Laughing, to teach the truth,
Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can,
that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words
There can be slain
But in the great
Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff 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 said
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen, and, as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full
With iron sceptre bruis’d, and them disperse (low
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
In anger and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere.
How many those
Many are they
Thee through my story,
Aloud I cried
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorr'd
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653