On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell To whom, sleeping before the Altar, DIANA answers in a Vision the same BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn, FROM ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, FROM HORACE. WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace. FROM HORACE. JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. FROM SOPHOCLES. "TIS you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. FROM SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, Than an unjust and wicked king. PSALMS. PSALM I. Done into Verse, 1653. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. TERZETTI. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in heaven doth dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then, severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare: The Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy possession I on thee bestow The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse; If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those, That in arms against me rise! Many are they, That of my life distrustfully thus say; No help for him in God there lies. But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, The exalter of my head I count: Aloud I cried Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and slept; I wak'd again; Was the Lord. Of The populous rout many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for thou On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? |