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Who taught Salmakus, that French chattering Pye,
To aim at English, and Hundreda cry?
The starving Rascal, fuiht with just a hundred
Englis Jacobus's Hundreda blunder'd;
An Outlaw'd King's last Stock. ---A hundred more
Wou'd make him pimp for th' Antichristian Whore;
And in Rome's Praise imploy his poifon'd Breath,
Who threatened once to sink the Pope to Death,


Done into Verse, 1653.
Less'd is the man, who hath not walk'd astray

In counsel of the Wicked, and i'ch' way
Of finners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not fat: 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 watry 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 finners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’ upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin muft.

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PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.

Hy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th' Earth

With pow's, 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 Heav'n doth

dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,

Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion's 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 poffeffion, I on thee bestow

Th' Heathen, and, as thy Conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds : thein shalt thou bring full

With Iron Sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd ro.


And now be wise at length, ye Kings averse,

Be taught, ye Judges of the Earth; with fear

Jebovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son left he appear

In anger, and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere ; Happy all those who have in him their fay.

Psal. III. Aug. 9. 1653.

When he fled from Absalom.
Ord, 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
Th' exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah; he full soon reply'd,
And heard me from his holy mount,
I lay and Nept, I wak’d again,

For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions

The populous rout
I fear not, though encamping round about
They pitch against me their Pavilions,

Rise, Lord, save me, my God, for thou

Haft (mote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd

(Lord; Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Thy blessing on thy people flows.


PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653:
Nswer me, when I call,

God of my righteousness,
In straights and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my carnest pray'r.
Great ones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn ;
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lyes?
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 fin ;
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within:


Offer the offerings just

Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trusts
Many there be that say,
Who yet will Mew 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 haft 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 deep, For thou alone doft keep Me safe where-e'er I lie; As in a rocky Cell,

Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'ft mc dweli,

Psal. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
Ehovah, to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,
The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah, thou my early voice

Shalt in the morning hear,
I'th' morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.


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