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As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
And still revolt when truth would set them free. 10
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
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
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
With praise enough for envy to look wan ;
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
THOMSON, my christian friend, deceased 16 Dec.
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, call'd life ; which us from life doth sever.
Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams
And azure wings, that up they few so drest, 11
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
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,
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL. CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
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.
TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The fierce Epirot and the African bold;
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,
Both spiritual pow'r and civil, wbat each means, 10
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
On the late Massacre in Piemont.
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
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
A hundred fold, who, having learn'd thy way,
ON HIS BLINDNESS.
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he, returning, chide;
I fondly ask: But Patience, to prevent
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;
TO MR. LAWRENCE.
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 lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYRIAC, whose grandsire, on the royal bench
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.
Tow'ard solid good what leads the nearest way ; 10
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,