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THE FIFTI 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? Oh, how oft shall he
On faith, and changed gods, complain; and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms

Unwonted, shall admire.
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who, always vacant, always amiable,

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful! Hapless they,
To whom thou, untried, seem'st fair! Me, in my
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.

(vow'd

FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH. Brutus thus addresses Diana in the County of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the

deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest thou bidd'st me seek

What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.

To uhom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the

same night. Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old; Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat : There to thy sons another Troy shall rise, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.

FROM DANTE.

Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee!

FROM DANTE.

Founded in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou list thy horn,
Impudent whore! where hast thou placed thy hope? !
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth ?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.

FROM ARIOSTO.

THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain, green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously This was the gift, if you the truth will have, That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.

FROM HORACL.

Whom do we count a good man? Whoin but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause ?
But his own house, and the whole neighbour hood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.

FROM EURIPIDES.

This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
Having to advise the public, may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace:
What can be juster in a state like this?

FROM HORACE.

-Laughing, to teach the truth, What hinders ? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.

FROM HORACE.

Joking decides great things, Stronger and better, oft, than earnest can.

FROM SOPHOCLES.

'Tis you

that

say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.

FROM SENECA.

-There can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.

PSALM I.

(Done into verse 1653.) Bless's is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat.

But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies, day and night. He shall be as a tree which, planted, grows By watery streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not so the wicked, but as chaff which, fann’d, The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then, Nor sinners in the assembly of just men; For the Lord knows the upright way of the just, And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALM II.

(Done August 8, 1653.)-Terzette. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand

With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together, through each land,

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, Their twisted cords. He, who in heaven doth Speak to them in his wrath, and, in his fell

iwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them: then

severe,

And fierce ire, trouble them. But I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree

I will declare, the Lord to me hath said,

Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made:

As thy possession I on thee bestow

The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth’s utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring for

low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse,

Like to a potter's vessel, shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length, ye kings averss

Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with four

Jehovah serve, and let your joy convers. With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he app.

In anger, and ye perish in the way;

If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sent Happy all those who have in him their stay

PSALM III.

(August 9, 1653.) When he fled from Absalon LORD, how many are my foes !

How many those
That in arms against me rise !

Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say:
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,

Thee through my story,

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