FROM HORACE. WHOм do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. Laughing to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys 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, PSALM I. Done into verse, 1653. BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations 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 dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then, seSpeak to them in his wrath, and in his fell [vere, 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 full low With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere, PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. When he fled from Absalom. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those, That in arms against me rise! That of my life distrustfully thus say; But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, The' exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, I lay and slept; I wak'd again; Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, Rise, Lord; save me, my 1. for thou Hast smote, ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhor'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Thy blessing on thy people flows. PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborne Still to love vanity? To love, to seek, to prize, [Lord; Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? ز Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart; (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord! alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. |