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FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,

'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore? where hast thou placed thy hope?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.


THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.


WHOм do we count a good man? Whom but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.


THIS is true liberty when freeborn men,
Having to advise the publick, may speak free;
Which he who can and will deserves high praise:
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace:
What can be juster in a state than this?


LAUGHING, to teach the truth,

What hinders? as some teachers give to boys
Junkets and knacks that they may learn apace.


JOKING decides great things,

Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

'Tis you


that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.


THERE can be slain

No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.


Done into verse, 1653.

BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and in the way
Of sinners hath not stood and in the seat

Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,

And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree, which planted grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall;
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked; but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgement, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.


Done August 8, 1653. Terzette.

WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations
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 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 sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.


a Metrical psalmody was much cultivated in this age of fanaticism. Milton's father is a composer of some of the tunes in Ravencroft's Psalms.-T. WARTON.

"A literal version of the Psalms may boldly be asserted impracticable; for, if it were not, a poet so great as Milton would not, even in his earliest youth, have proved himself so very little of a formidable rival, as he has done, to Thomas Sternhold." Mason's "Essays on English Church Music," 1795, p. 177. In the last of these translations, however, as Mr. Warton observes, are some very poetical expressions.-ToDD.

And now be wise at length, ye kings averse;
Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve and let your joy converse
With trembling: kiss the Son, lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way.

If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere,
Happy all those who have in him their stay.


PSALM III. AUGUST 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,
Thee, through my story,

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 waked again;
For my sustain ↳

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

I fear not, though, encamping round about,
They pitch against me their pavilions.

Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for Thou

Hast smote ere now

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.

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To love, to seek, to prize,

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?

Yet know, the Lord hath chose,

Chose 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 awed and do not sin;

Speak to your hearts alone,

Upon your beds each one,
And be at peace within.

Offer the offerings just

Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that say,

Who yet will show 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 hast put,

Than when a year of glut

Their stores doth overcloy,

And from their plenteous grounds

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With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and sleep;

For thou alone dost keep

Me safe where'er I lie;

As in a rocky cell,

Thou, Lord, alone, in safety makest me dwell.

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But I will, in thy mercies dear,

Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy house; I, in thy fear,

Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me, because of those

That do observe if I transgress;

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.

For, in his faltering mouth unstable,

No word is firm or sooth;°

Their inside, troubles miserable;

An open grave their throat, their tongue they smoothe.
God, find them guilty; let them fall,

By their own counsels quell'd;

Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Then all who trust in thee, shall bring

Their joy; while thou from blame
Defend'st them, they shall ever sing

And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

To bless the just man still;

As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and goodwill.

PSALM VI. AUGUST 13, 1653.

LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:

For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,

Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore;

And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord; restore

My soul; O, save me for thy goodness sake:

For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days;
Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea;

My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
In the midst of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart, all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer;

My supplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.

c Sooth is true.-T. WARTON.

& Deject. Dejected.-TODD










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