Support the Pillar of the Roman State, Continue us in Wealth and Peace. CATULLUS. Tantò poffimus omnium Poeta,A 2 Quantò tu optimus omnium Patronus. The worst of Poets I felf declare, my en By how much you the best of Patrons are. 2 प On SALMASIUS. VICT Quis expedivit Salmafio fuam Hundredam, Ipfe, Antichrifti modo qui primatum Papal aid his of Minatus uno eft diffipare fufflatu, Cantabit uliro Cardinalitium Melos, Who taught Salmafius, that French chattering Pye, To aim at English, and Hundreda cry ? A hundred more An Outlaw'd King's laft Stock.- PSALM B PSALM I. Done into VERSE, 1653. Lefs'd is the man, who hath not walk'd aftray PsAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. WE HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations Mufe a vain thing, the Kings of th' Earth upstand With pow'r, and Princes in their Congregations 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 fevere T Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; bnt I, faith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) -On Sion's holy hill. A firm decree I will declare; The Lord to me hath faid, Th' Heathen, and, as thy Conqueft to be fway'd, And now be wife at length, ye Kings averse, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere; PSAL PSALM III. Aug. 9. 1653. I When he fled from Abfalom. Lord, how many are my foes! many That in arms against me rife! That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, Th' exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah; he full foon reply'd, For my fuftain Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not, though encamping round about On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord Thy bleffing on thy people flows. PSAL A Nfwer me, when I call, In ftraights and in distress Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r. My glory have in scorn; How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity, To love, to feek, to prize Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lyes ? Yet know, the Lord hath chofe, Chofe to himself apart, The good and meek of heart: (For whom to choose he knows.) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not fin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within: Offer the offerings just Of righteoufnefs, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that fay, Who yet will fhew us good? Talking like this world's brood: But, Lord, thus let me pray, On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou haft put, Than when a year of glut |