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CATULLUS.

THE worst of poets I myself declare,
By how much you the best of patrons are.

OVID.

ABSTAIN, as manhood you esteem,
From Salmacis' pernicious stream;
If but one moment there you stay,
Too dear you'll for your bathing pay.-
Depart nor man, nor woman, but a sight
Disgracing both, a loath'd Hermaphrodite.

EURIPIDES.

THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men
Having t' advise the public may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise
Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace:
What can be juster in a state than this?

VIRGIL.

No eastern nation ever did adore

The majesty of sovereign princes more.

VIRGIL.

AND Britons interwove held the purple hangings.

HORACE.

LAUGHING, to teach the truth,

What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.

HORACE.

JOKING decides great things. Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

'TIS

SOPHOCLES.

you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.

SENECA.

THERE can be slain

No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.

TERENCE.

IN silence now and with attention wait,
That ye may know what th' Eunuch has to prate.

HOMER.

GLAUCUS, in Lycia we're ador'd as gods,

What makes 'twixt us and others so great odds?

EPIGRAM ON SALMASIUS'S HUNDREDA.

WHо taught Salmasius, that French chattering
To aim at English, and HUNDREDA cry? [pye
The starving rascal, flush'd with just a hundred
English Jacobusses, HUNDREDA blunder'd:
An outlaw'd king's last stock. A hundred more
Would make him pimp for th' antichristian whore;
And in Rome's praise employ his poison'd breath,
Who threaten'd once to stink the pope to death.

ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT.*

BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounced his Liturgy,
To seize the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd,
Dare for this adjure the civil sword
ye
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchy

The note of Warton on this sonnet appears to me to be extremely unjust and severe. Milton denoted his indignation against the Presbyterians because they had deserted their own principles, continued many of the supposed abuses, and usurped much of the power of the church which they had overthrown in fact, the new Presbyter was more tyrannical than the old priest.

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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 By shallow Edwards 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

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May with their wholesome and preventive shears Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears, And succour our just fears,

When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large.

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8 A. S.] A polemical writer of the times, named 'Adam Steuart.' See the notes of Warton and Todd. Rotherford was one of the Chief Commissioners of the Church of Scotland; also sat with the Assembly at Westminster. He was Professor of Divinity in the University of St. Andrew's; wrote many Calvinistic tracts; and was an avowed enemy of the Independents. T. Edwards had attacked Milton's Plan of Independency in his Antapologia, 1644. On Rotherford. See Heber's Life of I. Taylor, ii. 203.

17 Clip] In the MS. the lines stand thus:

Crop ye as close as marginal P's ears; that is, Prynne's. Warton.

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SONNETS.

I. TO THE NIGHTINGALE.

O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,

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First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love; O if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate

Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why:

Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

II.

DONNA leggiadra, il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Bene è colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra sì di fuora,

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5 close] Crashawe's Poems, the Weeper, st. xxiii. Does

day close his eyes?' Todd.

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