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That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
TO MR. LAWRENCE.
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise
To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
TO CYRIAC SKINNER.
Of British Themis, with no mean applause,
Which others at their bar so often wrench,
In mirth that after no repenting draws; Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
TO THE SAME.
CYRIAC, this three years' day these eyes, though clear.
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Yet I argue not
Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer
The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied
In liberty's defence, my noble task,
This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask
ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint.
Purification in the old law did save,
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined
But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
Done into verse 1653.
Done August 8, 1653.-Tersetti. 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 swayed, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt Thou bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.”
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.
August 9, 1653
When he fled from Absalom.
How many those
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
Thee, through my story,
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
Of many millions
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorred
Thy blessing on Thy people flows.
August 10, 1653.
And set at large : now spare,
Great ones, how long will ye
To love, to seek, to prize
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Jehovah from on high
Be awed, and do not sin;