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To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow
O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
XIX. On his Blindness.
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide
And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bert To serve therewith
Maker, and present
Doth God exact day-labor, light deny'd,
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts ; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best : his
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, [size And post o’er land and ocean without rest ;
They also serve who only stand and wait,
XX. To Mr. Lawrence.
LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fise Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
XXI. To Cyriac Skinner. Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar so often wrench; To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Tow’ard 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 hour refrains.
XXII. To the same.
Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, tho'clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light their sceing have forgot,
Or man, or woman. Yet I
Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up
and steer [ask: Right onward. What supports me ? dost thou The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them over
In Liberty's defence, my noble task, [ply'd Of which all Europe talks from side to side. [mask
This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.
XXIII. On his deceased Wife. M.Thought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son toker glad husband gave, Rescued from death by fbitej though pale and faint
. Mine, as whom wasa:d from spot of child-bed taint
Purification in the old láw did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure'as her mind: Her face was veild, 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 inclin'd, wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. 14
Psalm 1. Done into verse, 1653.
But in the great
all. Not so the wick’d, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wick'd shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then, Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men. For the Lord knows th’ upright way of the just, And the way of bad men to ruin must.
Psalm 11. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of tlı' earth upstand With power, and princes in their congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each lard 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