XVI. To the Lord General CROMWELL *. 5 Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud XVII. To Sir HENRY VANE the younger. Vane, young in years, but in fage counsel old, 10 The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell'd The fierce Epirot and the African bold, Whether to fettle peace, or to unfold The drift of hollow ftates hard to be spell'd, 5 * In the Author's manufcript is this infcription. To the Lord General Cromwell, May 1652. On the propofals of certain minifters at the committee for propagation of the Gospel. In all her equipage: befides to know Both fpiritual pow'r and civil, what each means, 10 What fevers each, thou haft learn'd, which few have done: The bounds of either sword to thee we owe : Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans XVIII. On the late maffacre in Piemont *. Avenge, O Lord, thy flaughter'd faints, whose bones 5 Their moans To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes fow 10 O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow *This perfecution of the Proteftants in Piemont broke out in 1655. In May that year Cromwell wrote feveral letters to the Duke of Savoy, and other potentates and ftates, complaining of that perfecution. Echard tells us, that he proclaimed a faft, and caufed large contributions to be gathered for them in England; that he fent his agents to the Duke of Savoy, a prince with whom he had no correfpondence or commerce, and the next year fo engaged Card. Mazarine, and even terrified the Pope himself, without fo much as doing any favour to the English Roman Catholics, that the Duke thought it neceffry to reftore all that he had taken from them, and renewed all thofe privileges they had formerly enjoyed. "So great (adds Echard) was the terror of his name; nothing "being more ufual than his faying, that his fhips in the Meaiter ranean fhould visit Civita Vecchia, and the found of his cannon "fhould be heard in Rome." A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way XIX. On his blindness. When I confider how my light is spent 5 Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And poft o'er land and ocean without reft; XX. To Mr. LAWRENCE *. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we fometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a fullen day, what may be won From the hard feason gaining? time will run On fmoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lilly' and rofe, that neither fow'd nor fpun. ΙΟ 5 *This Mr. Lawrence was the fon of the Prefident of Cromwell's council. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, XXI. To CYRIAC SKINNER Cyriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench 5 And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward folid good what leads the neareft way; 10 For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And difapproves that care, tho' wife in show, That with fuperfluous burden loads the day, And when God fends a chearful hour, refrains. XXII. To the fame. Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, tho' clear, * Cyriac Skinner was the fon of William Skinner, Efq; and grandson of Sir Vincent Skinner, and his mother was daughter of the famous Lord Chief Juftice Coke. Mr. Wood relates, that he' I was one of Harrington's political club, and fometimes held the chair; and farther adds, that he was a merchant's fon of London, an ingenious young gentleman and fcholar to John Milton, Bereft of light their feeing have forgot, Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of which all Europe talks from fide to fide. [mask This thought might lead me through the world's vain Content tho' blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. On his deceafed Wife *. Methought I faw my late efpoufed faint Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave, Whom Jove's great fon to her glad husband gave, Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have But O as to embrace me she inclin❜d, 10 I wak'd, fhe fled, and day brought back my night. *This was his fecond wife, Catharine the daughter of Capt. Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in childbed of a daughter. |