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TO THE SAME. CYRIAC, this three years day these eyes, thoughe
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
5 Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, por 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 overply'd
Jo In liberty's defence, my noble task, of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's
vain mask 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 gare,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of childbed 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 sight 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, Iwak’d; she fled; and day brought back my night:
Done into verse, 1653.
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
With pow'r, and princes in their congregations
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell
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 bath said,
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 full
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Sun 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!
August 9, 1653.
When he fled from Absalom.
How many those
Many are they
Thee, through my story,
TL'exalter of my head I count:
For my sustain
of men abhorr'u Hast broke the teeth, This help was from the
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
August 10, 1653.
10 To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
15 (For whom to choose he knows ;)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
of righteousness, and in Jehovah trast.
Lift up the favour of thy countnance bright. 30
35 With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie;
40 As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell.
August 12, 1653.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
Shalt in the morning hear;