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As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5

Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the sun and moon in fee.

But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,

And still revolt when truth would set them free. 10

Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
For who loves that, must first be wise and good ;

But from that mark how far they rove we see,
For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.

ΧΙΙΙ.

TO MR. H. LAWES,

ON THE PUBLISHING HIS AIRS.

HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song

First taught our English music how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan

With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, 5

With praise enough for envy to look wan ;
To after age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air could'st humour best our

tongue. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing

To honour thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire, 10

'That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story. Dante shall give fame leave to set thee higher

Than bis Casella, whom he woo'd to sing
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.

XIV.
On the religious memory of MRS. CATHARINE

THOMSON, my christian friend, deceased 16 Dec.

1646.
WHEN faith and love, which parted from thee nerer,

Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

Of death, call'd life ; which us from life doth sever.
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour 5

Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best

Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams

And azure wings, that up they few so drest, 11
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

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XV.

TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX. FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe

rings, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze

And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings ; Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings

5 Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their hydra heads, and the false north displays Her broken league to imp their serpent wings. O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand, (For what can war, but endless war still breed?) 10

Till truth and right from violence be freed, And public faith cleard from the shameful brand

of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed, While avarice and rapine share the land,

XVI.

TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL. CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud,

Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough d, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud 5

Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued,

And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's Jaureat wreath. Yet much remains

To conquer still ; peace hath her victories 10

No less renown'd than war: new foes arise Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains :

Help us to save free conscience from the paw of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

XVII.

TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER,
VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,

Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, repell'd

The fierce Epirot and the African bold;
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

5 The drift of hollow states hard to be spellid; Then to advise how war may, best upheld,

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage : besides to know

Both spiritual pow'r and civil, wbat each means, 10
Wbat severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few have

done :
The bounds of either sword to thee we owe :

Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son,

XVIII.

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On the late Massacre in Piemont.
AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose

bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,

When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans

Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rollid

Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the bills, and they

To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood anrt 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.

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ON HIS BLINDNESS.
WHEN I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent, which is death to hide,

Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he, returning, chide;
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd?

I fondly ask: But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need

Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best 10

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They atso serve who only stand and wait.

TO MR. LAWRENCE.
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 sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining? Time will run 5

On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire

The lily' and rose, that neither sow'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 inmortal notes and T'uscan air?

He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

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XXI.

TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYRIAC, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc'd, and in his volumes taught, our laws,

Which others at their bar so often wrench;
To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench 5

In mirth, that, after, no repenting draws ;
Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause,

And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know

Tow'ard solid good what leads the nearest way ; 10

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 cheerful hour, refrains

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