By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye cali = But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing worse than those of

Trent;

That so the Parliament May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, Cup your phylacteries, though balk your ears, And succour our just fears When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but Old P-iest writ large.

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIP. I

WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he
On faith, and changed gods, complain; and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful Hapless they,

[vow!

To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and drooping weeds
To the stern god of sea.

Brutus thus addresses Diana in the Country of Leogecia.

GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through th deep;

On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest, thou bidd'st me seek. What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.

To whom, sleeping before the Altar, Diana answer! in a Vision the same Night.

ERUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
bu-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old;
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
hy 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.

FROM DANTE.

AH Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Now thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope receiv'd of thee!

FROM DANTE.

FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
Cainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy born?
Impudent whore, where hast thou plac'd thy hope?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.

FROM ARIOSTO.

THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, Which chce smelt sweet, now stinks as odiou dy; This was the gift, if you the truth will have, That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.

FROM HORACE.

Whoм do we count a good man? Whom but na
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.

FROM EURIPIDES.

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?

FROM HORACE.

LAUGHING, to teach the truth,

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

FROM HORACE.

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

FROM SOPHOCLES.

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

FROM SENECA.

THERE can be slain

No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.

PSALM L

(Done into verse 1653.)

BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In council of the wicked, and i' 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 his 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, 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 ;
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALM II.

'Done August 8, 1653.
Terzetti.

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, by strength of hand, Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords. He, who in heaven doth dwell, [severe, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then