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Forget not: in thy book record their groanes
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold
Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd
Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans
The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow
O're all th' Italian fields where still doth
The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow
A bunder'd fold, who having learnt thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian wo.

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When I consider bow my light is spent,
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to bide,
Lodg'd with me useless, though my
Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least be returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, bis State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only Stand and waite.

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Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be won

From the bard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor bun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise
To bear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice
Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

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Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc't and in bis volumes taught our Lawes,
Which others at their Barr so often wrench:
To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting drawes;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede intend, and what the French.
To measure life, learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful bour, refrains.

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Methought I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.

Mine as whom washt from Spot of child-bed taint,
Purification in the old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight,
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But as to embrace me she enclin'd

I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

On the new forcers of Conscience under
the Long PARLIAMENT

Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,
And with Stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie
To seise the widdow'd whore Pluralitie
From them whose sin ye envi'd, not abbor'd,
Dare ye for this adjure the Civill Sword
To force our Consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic Hierarchy
Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul
Must now be nam'd and printed Hereticks
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call:
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing wors then those of Trent,
That so the Parliament

May with their wholsom and preventive Shears
Clip your Phylacteries, though bauk your Ears,
And succour our just Fears

When they shall read this clearly in your charge
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.

On the Lord Gen. Fairfax at the siege
of Colchester

Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings
Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
And all ber jealous monarchs with amaze,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Tby firm unsbak'n vertue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Thir Hydra beads, the fals North displaies
Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings,
O yet a nobler task awaites thy band;

For what can Warr, but endless warr still breed,
Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed,
And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand
Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed
While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.

To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652
On the proposalls of certaine ministers at the Committee
for Propagation of the Gospell.

Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud
Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith matchless Fortitude

To peace & truth thy glorious way bast plough'd,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
Hast reard Gods Trophies, & his work pursu'd,
While Darwen Stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd,
And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud,

And Worsters laureat wreath; yet much remaines
To conquer still; peace bath her victories
No less renownd then warr, new foes aries
Threatning to bind our soules with secular chaines:
Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of bireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.

To Sr Henry Vane the younger

Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
Then whome a better Senatour nere beld
The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
Then to advise bow warr may best, upheld,
Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold
In all her equipage; besides to know

Both Spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes
What severs each thou hast learnt, which few have don.
The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
Therfore on thy firme band religion leanes
In peace, reck'ns thee her eldest son.

To Mr. Cyriack Skinner upon his Blindness
Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear
To outward view, of blemish or of spot;
Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,
Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear
Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year,
Or man or woman. Yet I argue not

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