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WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY.
CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms
That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower :
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground; and the repeated air
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.
[TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.]
LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen That labour up the hill of heavenly Truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth
Chosen 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 fixed, and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid-hour of night,
Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.
DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
That all both judge you to relate them true
ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES.
A BOOK was writ of late called Tetrachordon,
And woven close, both matter, form, and style; The subject new it walked the town a while, Numbering good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, "Bless us! what a word on A title-page is this!"; and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why, is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek,
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
ON THE SAME.
I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs
When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs; As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs Railed at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT.
BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord,
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorred,
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul
By shallow Edwards and Scotch What-d'ye-call!
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS.
HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song
That with smooth air couldst humour best our
Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing
Than his Casella, whom he wooed to sing,
ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS. CATHERINE
WHEN Faith and Love, which parted from thee never,
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
ON THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX, AT THE
FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings,
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
(For what can war but endless war still breed?) Till truth and right from violence be freed, And public faith cleared from the shameful brand Of public fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652,
ON THE PROPOSALS OF CERTAIN MINISTERS AT THE COM. MITTEE FOR PROPAGATION OF THE GOSPEL.
CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude,