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Whom do we count a good man? Whom but he
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 than this?
i FROM HORACE.
Laughing to teach the truth,
FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
There can be slain
Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
Way 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?
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.
Be taught, ye judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere, Happy all those who have in him their stay!
PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.
LORD, how many are my foes!:
How many those,
Many are they,
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee, through my story,
Aloud I cried
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote, ere now
Of men abhor'd .
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies:
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright,
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.