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The brightest glory can eclipfe with night;
And place the moft obfcure in dazling light.

HORAC E.

Te Dacus afper, te profugi Scythæ,
Regumque matres barbarorum, et
Purpurei metuunt Tyranni.

Injuriofo e pede proruas

Stantem Columnam, neu populus frequens
Ad-arma ceffantes, ad arma

Concitet, imperiumque frangat.

All barbarous people, and their princes too,
All purple tyrants honour you;
The very wandring Scythians do.
Support the pillar of the Roman State,
Let all men be involv'd in one man's fate,
Continue us in wealth and peace;
Let wars and tumults ever cease.

CATULLUS

Tanto peffimus omnium poeta,

Quanto tu optimus omnium patronus.

The worst of Poets I myself declare,

By how much you the best of Patrons are.

On SALMASIUS.

Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam?
Picamque docuit verba noftra conari?
Magifler artis venter, et Jacobei
Centum, exulantis vifcera marfupii regis.
Quod fi dolofi fpes refulferit nummi,
Ipfe, Antichrifti modo qui primatum Pape

quivalī

Minatus uno eft diffipare fufflatu,

Cantabit ultro Cardinalitium Melos.RE

Englished.

Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering pye,
To aim at English, and Hundreda cry?
The starving rafcal, flufht with just a hundred
English Jacobus's, Hundreda blundred;

An outlaw'd king's last stock-A hundred more
Wou'd make him pimp for the antichriftian Whore,
And in Rome's praife employ his poifon'd breath,
Who threatned once to stink the Pope to death.

PSALM 1.

Done into VERSE, 1653.

IT

BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd aftray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' th' way

of finners hath not stood, and in the feat
Of fcorners hath not fate. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he ftodies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry ftreams, and in his feafon knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf fhall not fall,
And what he takes in hand fhall prosper all.
Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, fo the wicked fhall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor finners in th' affembly of juft men.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the juft,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSA L. II. done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette

WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Mufe a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
With pow'r, and princes in their congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear?

Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twifted cords: he who in heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then fevere 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 rebell) 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

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With iron fceptre bruis'd, and them difperfe Like to a potter's vessel fhiver'd fo.

And now be wife at length, ye kings averfe,

Be taught ye judges of the earth; with fear Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kifs the Son left he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere, Happy all thofe who have in him their stay..

PSAL. III Aug, 9, 1653.

When he fled from Abfilom

LORD, how many are my foes?
How many those

That in arms against me rise!
Many are they

That of my life diftraftfully thus fay, in long ertang No help for him in God there lies.

But thou, Lord, art my fhield, my glory,at decode t Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count; Mare

Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd, And heard me from his holy mount.

I lay and flept, I wak'd again,

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The populous rout

I fear not, though incamping round, about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rife, Lord, fave me, my God, for thou

Hafte fmote ere now more d
On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhorr'd

Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10, 1653.

ANSWER me when I call,

God of my righteousness,

In ftraits and in distress

Thou didst me difinthral

And fet at large; now fpare,

Now pity me, and hear my earneft pray'r.

Great ones, how long will ye

My glory have in fcorn,

How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity,

To love, to feek, to prize

Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies ?

Yet know the Lord hath chofe,

Chofe to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart,

(For whom to choose he knows.) sid Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be aw'd, and do not fin,

Speak to your hearts alone,

Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings juft

Of righteoufnefs, and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that fay,

Who yet will fhew us good?

Talking like this world's brood;

But, Lord, thus let me pray,

On us lift up the light,200

Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright;

Into my heart more joy

And gladness thou haft put,

Than when a year of glut

Their ftores doth over-cloy,

And from their plenteous grounds

With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds.

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and sleep,

For thou alone doft keep

Me fafe where e'er I lie;

As in a rocky cell

Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12, 1653. 1697)

[EHOVAH to my words give ear,

JEHO

My meditation weigh,

The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray,

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