For he had, any time this ten years full, [night, Show'd him his room where he must lodge that Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light; If any ask for him, it shall be said, Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed. ANOTHER ON THE SAME. HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove While he might still jog on and keep his trot, Time numbers motion; yet, without a crime Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, [en'd; Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed outstretch'd, Yet strange to think, his wain was his increase: Only remains this superscription. ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE, UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT. BECAUSE you have thrown off your prelate lord, And with stiff vows renounced his liturgy, To seize the widow'd whore Plurality From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd; Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword To force our consciences that Christ set free, And ride us with a classic hierarchy Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford? Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent Would have been held in high esteem with Paul, Must now be named and printed heretics By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d' ye call: 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, Clip 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 Priest writ large. END OF MISCELLANIES. TRANSLATIONS. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. 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 Unwonted shall admire! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, [vow'd To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my To the stern god of sea. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the country of Leogecia: GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will [deep; Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and through the On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell To whom, sleeping before the altar, DIANA answers in a vision the same night: Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, FROM DANTE. АH, Constantine! of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, [horn, 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy FROM ARIOSTO. [hope? THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously: |