XV. To the Lord General FAIRFAX. Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings, Victory home, though new rebellions raise (For what can war, but endless war ftill breed?) 10 XVI. To the Lord General CROMWELL. Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way haft plough's, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field refounds thy praises loud, 5 And And Worcester's laureat wreath. 179 Yet much remains To ftill; peace hath her victories XVII. To Sir HENRY VANE the younger. Vane, young in years, but in fage counsel old, Than whom a better fenator ne'er held 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 In all her equipage: besides to know 10 5 Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means, 10 What fevers each, thou haft learn'd, which few have done : The bounds of either fword to thee we owe : XVIII. On the late maffacre in Piemont. Avenge, O Lord, thy flaughter'd faints, whose bones of old, Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold; Their moans 5 To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow 10 O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe, XIX. On his blindness. When I confider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, To ferve therewith my Maker, and prefent 5 That That murmur, foon replies, God doth not need And post o'er land and ocean without rest; XX. To Mr. LAWRENCE. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon, The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire Of Attic tafte, with wine, whence we may rife 10 ΤΟ XXI. To CYRIAC SKINNER*. Cyriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench 10 And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward folid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And difapproves that care, though 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, though clear, * Son of William Skinner, Efq; and grandson of Sir Vincent Skinner; and his mother was Bridget, one of the daughters of the famous Sir Edward Coke Lord Chief Juftice of the King's Bench. of 5 |