A mighty mafs of things strangely confus'd,
Things that on Earth were loft, or was abus’d.

Then past he to a flow'ry Mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now ftinks as odiously; This was that gift (if you the truth will have) That Conftantine to good Silvefter gave.

HORACE to Quintius.

Whom do we count a good Man, whom but he
Who keeps the Laws and Statutes of the Senate,
Who judges in great Suits and Controverfies,
Whole Witness and Opinion wins the Cause?
But his own House, and the whole Neighbourhood
Sees his foul infide through his whited Skin.

Four Greek Lines out of Euripides.

This is true Liberty, when free-born Men
Having to advise the Publick, may speak free,
Which he who can, and will, deserves his Praise;
Who either can, or will, may hold his peace,
What can be juffer in a State than this.

HORACE.

Valet ima fummis

Mutare, & infignem attenuat Deus,

Obscura promens, &c.

Euripid.

The Power that did create, can change the scene
Of things; make mean of great, and great of mean:
The brighteft Glory can eclipse with might;
And place the most obscure in dazling light,

HORACE.

Te Dacus afper, te profugi Scythe,
Regumque matres barbarorum, &
Purpurii metuunt Tyranni.
Injuriofo ne 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,
Left all men be involv'd in one man's fate,
Continue us in Wealth and Peace;
Let Wars and Tumults ever ceafe.

CATULLUS.

Tanto peffimus omnium Poeta,
Quantò tu optimus omnium Patronus.

The worst of Poets my felf declare,
By how much you the best of Patrons are.

On SALMASIUS.

Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam ?
Picamque docuit verba noftra conari?
Magifter artis venter, & Jacobei

Centum, exulantis vifcera marsupii regis.
Quod fi dolofi Spes refulserit nummi,
Ipfe, Antichrifti mode qui primatum Papa
Minatus uno eft diffipare fufflatu,
Cantabit ultro Cardinalitium Melos.

English'd.

Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering Pye,
To aim at English, and Hundreda cry?

The starving Rafcal, flusht with just a Hundred
English Jacobus's, Hundreda blundred.

An Outlaw'd King's laft Stock.--- A Hundred more
Wou'd make him Pimp for th'Antichristian Whore ;
And in Rome's Praise imploy his poison'd Breath,
Who threatned once to ftink the Pope to Death.

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PSALM I

Done into VERSE, 1653.

BLefs'd is

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

of finners hath not ftood,

Of fcorners hath not fate.

and in the feat

But in the great
Jehovah's Law is ever his delight,
And in his Law he ftudies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry ftreams, and 1 his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, fo the wicked shall not ftand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then,
Nor unces 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.

PSAL

PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. ·
Hy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
WH
Mufe a vain thing, the Kings of th' earth up-
With pow'r, and Princes in their Congregations [ftand
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 caft from us, no more to wear,

Their twisted cords: he who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then severe 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; ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With Iron Scepter bruis'd, and them difperfe Like to a potter's veffel fhive:'d fo.

And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Be taught ye Judges of the Earth; with fear
Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kiss the Son left he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.

Happy all those who have in him their fray.
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