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Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The lilly’and rose, that neither fow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall 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 spare
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Which others at their bar so often wrench;
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know 9
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
5 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, ply'd 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 husbånd gave, Rescued from death by force, tho' pale and faint.
Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint ;
Purification in the old Law did fave,
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint, • Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied light 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.
PS A L. I. Done into verse, 1653.
P Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray D 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, 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. 10 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.
VV Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upWith pow'r,and princesin 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 10
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion, my holy' hill. A firm decree
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 15
Th’ Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd
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,
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