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Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a chearful hour, refrains.
To the same.
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, Friend, to’have lost them over
In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe talks from side to side. (mask
This thought might lead me thro’the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.
On his deceased WIFE. Methought I saw
my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, tho' pale and faint.
Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5
Purification in the old Law did save,
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied fight 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
P. S A L M
PSA L. I. Done into verse, 1653.
Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way Of finners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat.
But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
5 And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watry streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
PS A L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upWith pow'r,andprinces in theircongregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land 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: Hewhoin Heav'n 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)
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 15 This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth’s utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring fulllow
With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse 20
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son left he appear 25
In anger and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere.
Many are they
5 No help for him in God there lies. But thou Lord art my shield, my glory
Thee through my story
Aloud I cry'd
For my sustain
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr’d
PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
God of my righteousness,
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart
15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.