That fing, and finging in their glory move, Thus fang the uncouth fwain to th' oaks and rills, XVIII. 180 185 190 On the new forcers of confcience under the Long B PARLIAMENT*. Ecause you have thrown off your prelate Lord, And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy, To feife the widow'd whore Plurality From them whofe fin ye envied, not abhorr'd, Dare ye for this adjure the civil fword To force our confciences that Christ set free, 5 *This poem is fuppos'd to have been made, when the Directory was established, and difputes ran high between the Prefbyterians and Independents in 1645, the latter pleading for a toleration, and the former against it. In the Prefbyterian form of government there are congregational, claffical, provincial, and national affemblies. It is not known who is meant by A. S. Mr. Samuel Rotherford was Profeffor of Divinity at St. Andrew's, and one of the Scotch commiffioners to the Weftminster assembly. Men whofe life, learning, faith and pure intent By fhallow Edwards* and Scotch what d'ye call† : Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent, May with their wholefome and preventive fhears 15 And fuccour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, Mr. Thomas Edwards, author of the Gangræna. 20 + Either Mr. Alexander Henderfon or Mr. George Gillespie, both commiffioners to the Westminster affembly, XIX. The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I. Quis multa gracilis te puer in rofa, rendered almost word for word without rhime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. HAT flender youth bedew'd with liquid odors Courts thee on roses in fome pleasant cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft fhall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untry'd seem'ft fair. Me in To the ftern God of fea. Ad PYRRHAM. ODE V. Horatius. ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam è naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos, affirmat effe miferos. Q UIS multa gracilis te puer in rofæ Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem Emirabitur infolens! Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Intentata nites. Me tabula facer Votiva paries indicat uvida. Sufpendiffe potenti Veftimenta maris Deo. 5 10 15 SONNET S*. I. To the NIGHTINGALE. Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate, Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L'herbofa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco, 5 *The Sonnet (fays Dr. Newton) is a fpecies of poetry of Italian extraction, and the famous Petrarch hath gain'd the reputation of being the firft Author and inventor of it. It confifts generally of one thought, and that always turned in fourteen verfes of the length of our heroics, two ftanza's or meafures of four verses each, and two of three, the firft eight verfes having no more than two rhymes. It is certainly one of the most difficult of all the leffer kinds of poetry, fuch fimplicity and fuch correctness being required in the compofition. -The Sonnet (fays Mr. Johnson) is a short peem confifting of fourteen lines, of which the rhymes are, adjusted by a particular rule. It is not very fuitable to the English language, and has not been used by any man of eminence fince Milton, |