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Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them overply'd
In liberty's defence, my noble talk,
On his deceased WIFE *.
Methought I law my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint,
Purification in the old Law did save,
Her face was veild, yet to my fancied fight
* This was his second wife, Catharine the daughter of Captain Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in child. bed of a daughter.
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me the inclin'd,
On occasion of the PLAGUE in LONDON. Found on a glass window at Chalfont, in Buckingham
fhire, where Milton resided during the continuance of that calamity.
[From Birch's Life.] Fair mirror of foul times; whose fragile sheen
Shall, as it blazeth, break; while Providence (Aye watching o'er his faints with eye unseen)
Spreads the red rod of angry pestilence,
To sweep the wicked and their counsels hence; 5 Yea, all to break the pride of lustful kings,
Who heaven's lore reject for brutish sense ; As erst he scourg'd Jeilides' sin of yore,
For the fair Hittite, when, on seraph's wings, He sent him war, or plague, or famine fore.
PSA L M S.
B Lefe'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
PSA L. II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette. W
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth up stand With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
PS A L. IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
God of my righteousness,
5 Now pity me, and hear my
Things false and vain, and nothing elfe but lies?
15 (For whom to choose he knows) : Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say
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 favor of thy count'nance bright.
Their stores doth over-cloy,
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak’ft me dwell.
PSA L. V. Aug. 12, 1653.
EHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
In wickedness delight,