Either man's work or his own gifts; who best 10 Bear his mild yoke, they serve him beft: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; XX. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a fullen day, what may be won From the hard seafon gaining ? time will run S On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lilly' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast hall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10 To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and fpare To interpose them oft, is not unwise. XXI. Cyriac, whose grandfire on the royal bench Which others at their bar so often wrench ; In mirth, that after no repenting draws ; Το To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the neareft way; '10 For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wife in how, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a chearful hour, refrains. XXII. 2 Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Theconfcience, Friend, to have left them overply'd XXIII. 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 lave, Camc Came vested all in white, pure as her mind ; Her face was veild, yet to my fancied fight " Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person hind But O as to embrace me she inclin'd, PS A L M S. Psalm I. Done into verse, 1653 B Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way 5 way of bad men to ruin must, stand WH IO 15 Against the Lord and his Messiah dear ? 5 Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords : Hewho in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord ihall seoff them, then fevere Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) I will declare; the Lord to me hath said As thy possession I on thee beltow Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be fway'd Earth's utmoft bounds: them shalt thou bring fulllow With iron scepter bruis'd, and them difperfe. 20 Like to a potter's vefsel shiver'd so. i In anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Abfalom. L ORD how many are my foes ! How many thofe Many are they my life distrustfully thus say, Thee through my story $ Th Th'exalter of my head I count; For sustain millions 15 The populous rout I fear not, though incamping round about They pitch against me their pavilions, Rife, Lord, lave me my God, for thou Halt smote ere now 20 On the cheek-hone all my foes, Of men abhiprr’d Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. PsAL, IV, Aug. 10. 1653. A NSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, 3 Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart $$ (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah |