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On the new Forcers of Confcience under the Long PARLIAMENT.

Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord

And with stiff Vows renounc'd his Liturgie,
To feize the widow'd whore Pluralitie
From them, whofe fin ye envy'd, not abhorr'd;
Dare ye for this adjure the Civil Sword

To force our Confciences, that Christ set free,
And ride us with a claffic Hierarchy
Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whofe Life, Learning, Faith, and pure Intent
Would have been held in high Esteem with Paul,
Must now be nam'd and printed Hereticks,
By fhallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye-call.
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots, and packing, worfe than thofe of Trent,
That fo the Parliament

May with their wholesome and preventive shears
Clip your Phylacteries, though baulk your Ears,

And fuccour our juft Fears;

When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Prefbyter is but Old Prieft writ Large.

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The fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. I.

Rendered almoft word for word without Rhyme, according to the Latin Meafure, as near as the Language will permit.

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Hat flender Youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on Rofes in fome pleasant Cave,
Pyrrha, for whom bind'ft thou

In wreaths thy golden Hair,

Plain in thy neatnefs? O how oft shall he
On Faith and changed Gods complain, and Seas,
Rough with black winds and ftorms
Unwonted fhall admire;

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all Gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable
Hopes thee; of flattering gales
Unmindful! Hapless they,

Me in my vow'd

To whom thou untry'd feem'ft fair.
Picture the facred wall declares t'have hung
My dank and dropping weeds.

To the ftern God of Sea.

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SONNET S.

SONNET I.

To the Nightingale..

Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbleft at eve, when all the Woods are

ftill,

Thou with fresh hope the Lover's heart
doft fill,

While the jolly hours lead on propitious
May

Thy liquid notes that clofe the eye of Day,
First heard before the fhallow Cuccoo's bill,
Portend fuccefs in Love; O, if Jove's will
Have link'd that amorous pow'r to thy foft lay,
Now timely fing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in fome Grove nigh;
As thou from year to year haft fung too late
For my relief; yet
hadft no reason why:

Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate,

Both them I ferve, and of their train am I.

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SONNET II.

On his being arriv'd to his 23d Year.

Ow foon hath Time, the fubtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year? My hating days flie on with full career,

But my late fpring no bud or bloffom fhew'th.
Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv'd fo near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That fome more timely happy fpirits indu'th.
Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow,

It fhall be ftill in ftrictest measure ev'n
To that fame lot, however mean or high,
Tow'rd which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n;
All is, if I have grace to use it fo,
As ever in my great Task master's eyes..

SONNET III.

To the Soldier, to fpare his Dwelling-place.

Aptain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,

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Whofe chance on thefe defenceless doors may seize, If ever deed of honour did thee please,

Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
He can requite thee; for he knows the charms
That call Fame on fuch gentle acts as these,
And he can fpread thy name o'er Lands and Seas,
What-ever clime the Sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy fpear against the Mufes Bower.

The great Emathian Conqueror bid fpare
The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Tower

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Went to the ground: And the repeated air
Of fad Electra's Poet had the power i
To fave th' Athenian Walls from ruin bare.

SONNET IV.

To a Lady..

ADY, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wifely halfhund the broad way and the green,
And with thofe few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of Heav'nly Truth.
The better part with Mary and with Ruth
Chofen thou hast, and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixt, and zealously attends

To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame.

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Therefore be fure
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feaftful friend
Paffes to blifs at the mid-hour of night,
Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure.

MASONNET V.

To the Lady Margaret Lee Daughter to the Earl of Marlborough.

Daughter to that good Earl, once Prefident

Of England's Council, and her Treafury, 1.
Who liv'd in both unftain d with gold or fee,
And left them both more in himself content,

Till the fad breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Charonea, fatal to Liberty,

Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.
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