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And with those few art eminently seen,

That labour up the hill of heavenly truth; The better part with Mary and with Ruth

Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,

No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends

To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be

sure, Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful

Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, [friends
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

V.-TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.

DAUGHTER to that good earl, once president

Of England's council and her treasury,

Who lived in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till sad the breaking of that parliament

Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,

Kill’d with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days

Wherein your father flourish'd, yet by you,

Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,

That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honour'd Margaret.

VI. ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON

MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES.

A BOOK was writ of late, callid " Tetrachordon,"

And woven close, both matter, form, and style; The subject new: it walk'd the town awhile,

Numbering good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on

A title page is this! and some in file [MileStand spelling false, while one might walk to

End green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? [sleek,

Those rugged names to our like mouths grow That would have made Quintillian stare and

gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek,

Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King

Edward, Greek.

VII. ON THE SAME.

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs

By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me

Of owls, and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs:
As when those binds that were transform’d to frogs

Raild 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.

License 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.

VIII.-TO MR H, LAWES, ON THE PUBLISHING

HIS AIRS.

HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measuring 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,

With praise enough for Envy to look wan:
To after age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air couldst humour best our
tongue.

[wing Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her

To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire,

That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher

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

IX.-ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS OATHERINE

THOMSON, MY CHRISTIAN FRIEND, DECEASED DEC. 16, 1646.

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee

never, Had ripen’d thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load [sever. Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,

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 flew so drest 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.

X.-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

Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their hydra heads, and the false North displays

Her broken league to imp their servant wings. 0, yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,

(For what can war but endless war still breed ?)

Till truth and right from violence be freed, And Public faith clear'd from the shameful brand Of public fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.

XI.-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 proua [ed;

Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursuWhile Darwen stream, with blood of Scots im

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

To conquer still; Peace hath her victories

No less renown'd than War: new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the

paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

XII.-TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER.
Vans, young in years, but in sage counsel old,

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

The fierce Epirot and the African bold; [pell'd Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

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 power and civil, what each means, What 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.

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