A mighty mafs of things strangely confus'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 Four Greek Lines out of Euripides. This is true Liberty, when free-born Men HORACE. Valet ima fummis Mutare, & infignem attenuat Deus, Obscura promens, &c. Euripid. The Power that did create, can change the scene HORACE. Te Dacus afper, te profugi Scythe, Stantem Columnam, neu populus frequens Concitet, imperiumque frangat. All barbarous People, and their Princes too, The very wandring Scythians do. Support the Pillar of the Roman State, CATULLUS. Tanto peffimus omnium Poeta, The worst of Poets my felf declare, On SALMASIUS. Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam ? Centum, exulantis vifcera marsupii regis. English'd. Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering Pye, The starving Rafcal, flusht with just a Hundred An Outlaw'd King's laft Stock.--- A Hundred more h PSALM I Done into VERSE, 1653. BLefs'd is Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray of finners hath not ftood, Of fcorners hath not fate. and in the feat But in the great For the Lord knows th' upright way of the juft, PSAL PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. · Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand 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, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have in him their fray. |