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XVII. To Sir Henry Fane the younger.

V Ane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held [pell'd The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms re

The fierce Epirot and the African bold,

Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states hard to be spell'd
Then to advise how War may best upheld

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage: besides to know
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,

What severs each, thou' hast learn'd, which few
have done:
The bounds of either sword to thee wc owe-
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans

In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.

XVIII. On the late Massacre in Piemont.

.avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones

Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans

Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold

Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans

The vales redoubled to the hills, and they

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.

VV H E K I consider how my light is spent

Era 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 bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
Doth God exact day-labor, 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 mild yoke, they serve him best: his
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, [state

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
'J hey also serve who only stand and wait,

XX. To Mj. LawTcnCe.

-liawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fiie
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 note9 and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise

XXI. To Cyriat Shinner.

L/YR i Ac, whose grandsire on the royal bench

OfBritish 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 EucTid 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 rafraims. 5

XXII. To the same.

V^ Y R IA o, this three years day these eyes, tho' clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,

Nor to their idol orbs doth sight appear

Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not 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 ovcrIn Liberty's defence, my noble task, [plv'4

Of which all Europe talks from side to side. [mist This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain

Content though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII. On his deceased Wife.

Iviet Bought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great s.oir toher glad husband gave,

Rescued from death.b.y. fbitej though pale and faint.

Mine, as whom wisn.'d frorri'spbt'of.child-bcd taint
Purification inItbjs old law did save,
And such, as yerpnee pore I Trust to have

Full sight of her iit'Hea'v'n witfeut restraint,
Came vested all in[ white, pure.'.as her mind:

Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.

But O as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. 14

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