LORD, in thy 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 even with anguish ache, Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore; And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord; restore My soul; oh, 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 I' 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.
Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed
With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abashed.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Save me, and secure me under Thy protection while I cry; Lest, as a lion (and no wonder), He haste to tear my soul asunder, Tearing and no rescue nigh.
O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth, So as above the heavens thy praise to set! Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.
When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art,
The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, Oh, what is man that thou rememberest yet And think'st upon him, or of man begot
That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his lot;
With honour and with state thou hast him crowned.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord; Thou hast put all under his lordly feet, All flocks and herds, by thy commanding word, All beasts that in the field or forest meet, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
SCRAPS FROM THE PROSE WRITINGS.
FROM "OF REFORMATION TOUCHING CHURCH DISCIPLINE IN ENGLAND," 1641.
[DANTE, Inferno, xix. 115.]
AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, Not thy conversion, but those rich domains That the first wealthy Pope received of thee!
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.
[ARIOSTO, Orl. Fur. xxxiv. Stanz. 80.]
THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously: This was that gift (if you the truth will have) That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave.
FROM THE APOLOGY FOR SMECTYMNUUS, 1642.
[HORACE, Sat. i. 1, 24.]
LAUGHING to teach the truth
What hinders? as some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
[HORACE, Sat. i. 10, 14.]
JOKING decides great things Stronglier and better oft than earnest can.
[SOPHOCLES, Electra, 624.]
'TIS you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
[EURIPIDES, Supplices, 438.]
THIS is true Liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, 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?
[HORACE, Epist. i. 16, 40.]
WHOM 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.
FROM "THE TENURE OF KINGS AND MAGISTRATES," 1649
[SENECA, Her. Fur. 922.]
THERE can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable Than an unjust and wicked king.
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