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Toward folid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And difapproves that care, though wife in fhow, That with fuperfluous burden loads the day, And when God fends a chearful hour, refrains. XXII.
To the fame.
Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear.
Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but ftill bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, doft thou ask? The conscience, Friend, to' have loft them overIn liberty's defence, my noble task, ply'd Of which all Europe talks from side to side. (mask This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.
On his deceafed WIFE.
Methought I saw my late efpoufed faint
Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave, Whom Jove's great fon to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, tho' pale and faint.
Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 Purification in the old Law did fave,
And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight 10 Love, sweetness, goodness, in her perfon fhin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me fhe inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
PSAL. I. Done into verfe, 1653.
Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
Of finners hath not stood,
Nor finners in the assembly of just men.
PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Mufe a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upWith pow'r,and princes in their congregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength 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 rebel) 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 fulllow With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse 20 Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd fo.
And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kifs 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 him in their stay.
PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
ORD how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
Th' exalter of my head I count;
Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
For my fuftain
I fear not, though incamping round about
On the cheek-bone all
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.
PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
NSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in diftrefs
Thou didft me disinthrall
And fet at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be aw'd, and do not fin,
To love, to seek, to prize
Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chofe,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)