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On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst me seek;
What certain seat, where I may worship thee

For aye, with temples vowed and virgin quires.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the

same night:
Brutus ! far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,-
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old;
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.


AH, Constantine! of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee!


THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.


WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.


This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
Having to advise the public, may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise,
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace:
What can be juster in a state than this?


LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.


JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.


'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.


There can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.

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Blest is the man who hath not walked astray
In counsel of the wicked, and in the way
Of sinners 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 watery streams, and in the 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 fanned
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

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Done Aug. 8, 1653.



Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand

With power, and princes in their congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each land

Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, hy strength of land


Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear

Their twisted cords: He who in Heaven 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) 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 This day : ask of me, and the grant is made;

As thy possession I on thee bestow

The Heathen; and as thy conquest to be swayed Earth's utmost bounds; them thou shalt bring full low

With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse

Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.
And now be wise at length, ye Kings averse;

Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear

Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear

In anger, and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay!



Aug. 9, 1653.


LORD, how many are my foes !

That in arms against me rise!
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,

No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord! art my shield, my glory,
Thee, through my story,

The exalter of my head I count ;
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied

And heard me from his holy mount.


I lay and slept; I waked again ;
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,

They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord ! save me, my God! for thou
Hast smote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes ; Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.



Aug. 10, 1653.


ANSWER me when I call,

God of my righteousness !

In straits, and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthrall

And set at large ; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Great ones! how long will ye

My glory have in scorn ?

How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity ?

To love, to seek, to prize

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 (For whom to choose he knows);

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be awed, and do not sin ;

Speak to your hearts alone,

Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within.


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