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To Mr. LAWRENCE. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The lilly’and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repaft shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10
To hear the lute well touch’d, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Which others at their bar fo often wrench;
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know 9
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
To the same. :
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heav’n’s hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them over
In liberty's defence, my noble task, ply'd Of which all Europe talks from side to side. (mask
This thought might lead me thro’the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.
On his deceased WIFE.
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint ;
Purification in the old Law did fave,
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint, • Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied light 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin’d So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But o as to embrace me she inclin’d, I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
P Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray D In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way Of finners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, 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 the assembly of just men.
PSA L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
VV Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upWith pow'r,and princesin theircongregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land ,
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? 5 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 Heav'n doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell 10
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion, my holy' hill. A firm decree
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 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 fulllow With iron scepter bruis’d, and them disperse 20
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
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 sere. Happy all those who have him in their stay. PSA L. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
How many those
Many are they
Thee through my story
"Aloud I cry'd
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now