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XV. To the Lord General Fairfax.

Fairfax, whofe name in arms through Europe rings,
Filling each mouth with envy or with praife,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze

And rumors loud, that daunt remoteft kings,

Thy firm unfhaken virtue ever brings 5

Viftory home, though new rebellions raife
Their hydra heads, and the falfe North difplays

Her broken league to imp their ferpent wings.
O yet a nobler talk awaits thy hand,

(For what can war, but endlefs war ftill breed?) 10

Till truth and right from violence be freed,

And public faith clear'd from the fhameful brand

Of public fraud. In vain doth Valor bleed,
While Avarice and Rapin fhare the land.

XVI. To the Lord General Cromwell.

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchlefs fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way halt plough'd,

And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud e

Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work purfuedr While Darwen ftream with blood of Scots imbrued,

And Dunbar field refounds thy praifes loud,

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And Worcefter's laureat wreath. Yet much remains To conquer ftill; Peace hath her victories 10

No lefs renown'd than War: new foes arife

Threatning to bind our fouls with fecular chains:
Help us to fave free confeience from the paw
Of hireling wolves, whofe gofpel is their maw.

XVII. To Sir Henry Vane the younger.

Vane, young in years, but in fage counfel old,
Than whom a better fenator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell'd

The fierce Epirot and the African bold,

Whether to fettle peace, or to unfold 5

The drift of hollow ftates hard to be fpcll'd
Then to advife how War may beft upheld

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage: befides to know
Both fpiritual power and civil, what each means, 10

What fevers each, thou' haft learn'd, which few have
The bounds of either fword to thee we owe: [done:
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans

In peace, and reckons thee her cldcft ion.

XVIII. On the late maffacrc in Piemont.

Avenge, O Lord, thy flaughter'd faints, whofe bones
Lie fcatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
Ev'n them who kept thy truth fo pure of old,

When all our fathers worfhipt ftocks and ftones,
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Forget noti in thy book record their groans 5

Who were thy fhecp, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piemontefe that roll'd

Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they

To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and afhes fow 10
O'er all th' Italian fa Ms, where ftill cloth fway

The triple Tyrant; that from thefe may grow
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way,

Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

XIX. On Ms Uinintfi.

When I confider how my light is fpent

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodg'd with me ufelefs, though my foul more bent

To ferve therewith my Maker, and prefent 5

My true account, left he returning chide;
Doth God exact day-labor, light deny'd.:

1 fondly afk i but patience to prevent

That murmur, foon replies, God doth not need

Either man's work or his own gifts; who beft 10
Bear his mild yoke, they ferve him befti his ftate
Is kingly; thoufands at his bidding fpeed,

And poft o'er land and ocean without reft;
They alfo ferve who only ftand and wait.

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XX. To Mr. Lawrence.

Lawrence, of viituous father virtuous fon,

Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where fhall we fometimes meet, and by the fire

Help wafte a fullen day, what may be won

From the hard feafon gaining ? time will run 5

On fmoother, till Favonius re-infpire
The frozen earth, and clothe in frefh attire

The lilly' and rofe, that neither fow'd nor (pun.
What neat repair fhall feaft us, light and choice,

Of Attic tafte, with wine, whence we may rife 10
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
Warble immortal notes and Tufcan air?
He who of thofe delights can judge, and fpar^

To interpofe them oft, is not unwife.

XXI. To Cyriac Skinner.

Ctriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench
Of Britifh Themis, with no mean applaufe
Pronounc'd and jn his volumes taught our laws,

Which others at their bar fo often wrench;

To day deep thoughts refolvc with me to drench 5
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid reft and Archimedes paufe,

And what the Swede intends, and what the French.

To mcafure life learn thou betimes, and know Tow'ard folid good what leads the near eft way; lo For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And difapproves that care, though wife in ibow. That with fupei fluous buiden loads the day,

And when God fends a cheerful hour, refrains.

XXII. To the fame.

CvniAc.thisthree years day thefe eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemifh or of fpot,
Bereft of light their feeing have forgot,

Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear

Of fun, or moon, or ftar throughout the year, 5

Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Againft Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot

Of heart or hope; but Hill bear up and fleer

Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou alk?

The confeience, Friend, to' have loft them overply'd In Liberty's defence, my noble tafk, II

Of which all Europe talks from fide to fide.

This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain

Content though blind, had I no better guide, [maul

XXIII. On his deceafed wife.

Methought I faw my late efpoufed faint
Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great fon to her glad hufband gave,

Refcued from death by force, though pale and faint.

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