Let us blaze his Name abroad,

For of gods he is the God;
For his, &c.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful Tyrants quell.

For his, &c.

Who with his miracles doth make

Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.

For his, &c.

Who by his Wisdom did create

The painted Heav'ns for full of state.

For his, &c.

Who did the folid Earth ordain

To rise above the watry Plain.

For his, &c.

Who by his all-commanding might

Did fill the new-made World with light.

For his, &c.

And caus'd the Golden-treffed Sun,

All the day long his course to run.

For his, &c.

The horned Moon to shine by night,

Amongst her fpangled fisters bright.
For his, &c.

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He with his thunder-clasping hand

Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.

For his, &c.

And in despight of Pharao fell,

He brought from thence his Ifrael.

For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,

Of the Erythraan main.

For, &c.

The floods flood ftill like Walls of Glass,

While the Hebrew Bands did pass.

For, &c.

But full foon they did devour

The tawny King with all his power.

For, &c.

His chofen People he did bless
In the wafteful Wilderness.

For, &c.

In bloody battel he brought down

Kings of prowess and renown.

For, &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his Haft,

That rul'd the Amorrean coast.

For,

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And

And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue,

With all his over-hardy crew.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need.

Anno ætatis 17.

On the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a

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Cough.

I.

Faireft flower no fooner blown but blafted,
Soft filken Primrose fading timelefly,

Summer's chief Honour, if thou hadft out-lafted
Bleak winter's force that made thy blossom drit;
For he being amorous on that lovely die

That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal blifs.

II.

For fince grim Aquilo his charioteer

By boistrous rape th' Athenian damfel got,
He thought it toucht his Deity full neer,
If likewife he fome fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot,

Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,

Which 'mongst the wanton Gods a fout reproach was

[held.

III. So

III.

So mounting up in ycie-pearled car,

Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far,
There ended was his queft, there ceast his care.
Down he defcended from his Snow-foft chair,

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place. IV.

Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For fo Apollo, with unweeting hand
Whilom did flay his dearly-loved mate
Young Hyacinth born on Eurota's ftrand,
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform'd him to a purple flower,
Alack that fo to change thee winter had no power.
V.

Yet can I not perfwade me thou art dead,

Or that thy coarse corrupts in earth's dark womb, Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,

Hid from the World in a low delved tomb;

Could Heav'n for pity thee fo ftri&tly doom?